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“It’s always the same old story about the woman tempting the man. The woman lures, fascinates, invites; and man—noble man, innocent man—falls a victim. My poor Gombauld! Surely you’re not going to sing that old song again. It’s so unintelligent, and I always thought you were a man of sense.”
“Thanks,” said Gombauld.
“Be a little objective,” Anne went on. “Can’t you see that you’re simply externalizing your own emotions? That’s what you men are always doing; it’s so barbarously naive. You feel one of your loose desires for some woman, and because you desire her strongly you immediately accuse her of luring you on, of deliberately provoking and inviting the desire. You have the mentality of savages. You might just as well say that a plate of strawberries and cream deliberately lures you on to feel greedy. In ninety-nine cases out of a hundred women are as passive and innocent as the strawberries and cream.”
“Well, all I can say is that this must be the hundredth case,” said Gombauld, without looking up.
Anne shrugged her shoulders and gave vent to a sigh. “I’m at a loss to know