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Introduction
The Feminine Mind-1
The War Between the Sexes-2.1
The War Between the Sexes-2.2
The War Between the Sexes-2.3
Marriage-3.1
Marriage-3.2
Marriage-3.3
Marriage-3.4
Woman Suffrage-4.1
Woman Suffrage-4.2
Woman Suffrage-4.3
Woman Suffrage-4.4
The New Age-5.1
The New Age-5.2
The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana. INTRODUCTION
THE VATSYAYANA SUTRA-1-2
THE VATSYAYANA SUTRA-3-4-5
OF SEXUAL UNION-1-2
OF SEXUAL UNION-3-4-5
OF SEXUAL UNION-6-7-8
OF SEXUAL UNION-10-11
ABOUT THE ACQUISITION OF A WIFE-1-2
ABOUT THE ACQUISITION OF A WIFE-3-4-5
ABOUT A WIFE-1-2
ABOUT THE WIVES OF OTHER MEN-1-2
ABOUT THE WIVES OF OTHER MEN-3-4
ABOUT THE WIVES OF OTHER MEN-5-6
ABOUT COURTESANS-1-2
ABOUT COURTESANS-3-4
ABOUT COURTESANS-5-6
ABOUT THE MEANS OF ATTRACTING OTHERS TO YOURSELF-1-2
CONCLUDING REMARKS

with a soft, low-pitched, agreeable voice. As I snooze she talks--of 

anything, everything, all the things that women talk of: books, music, 

the play, men, other women. No politics. No business. No religion. No 

metaphysics. Nothing challenging and vexatious--but remember, she 

is intelligent; what she says is clearly expressed, and often 

picturesquely. I observe the fine sheen of her hair, the pretty cut of 

her frock, the glint of her white teeth, the arch of her eye-brow, 

the graceful curve of her arm. I listen to the exquisite murmur of 

her voice. Gradually I fall asleep--but only for an instant. At once, 

observing it, she raises her voice ever so little, and I am awake. Then 

to sleep again--slowly and charmingly down that slippery hill of dreams. 

And then awake again, and then asleep again, and so on. 

 

I ask you seriously: could anything be more unutterably beautiful? The 

sensation of falling asleep is to me the most exquisite in the world. 

I delight in it so much that I even look forward to death itself with a 

sneaking wonder and desire. Well, here is sleep poetized and made doubly 

sweet. Here is sleep set to the finest music in the world. I match this 

situation against any that you ran think of. It is not only enchanting; 

it is also, in a very true sense, ennobling. In the end, when the girl 

grows prettily miffed and throws me out, I return to my sorrows somehow 

purged and glorified. I am a better man in my own sight. I have grazed 

upon the fields of asphodel. I have been genuinely, completely and 

unregrettably happy. 

 

 

 

 

47. Apologia in Conclusion 

 

 

At the end I crave the indulgence of the cultured reader for the 

imperfections necessarily visible in all that I have here set 

down--imperfections not only due to incomplete information and fallible 

logic, but also, and perhaps more importantly, to certain fundamental 

weaknesses of the sex to which I have the honour to belong. A man is 

inseparable from his congenital vanities and stupidities, as a dog is 

inseparable from its fleas. They reveal themselves in everything he says 

and does, but they reveal themselves most of all when he discusses the 

majestic mystery of woman. Just as he smirks and rolls his eyes in her 

actual presence, so he puts on apathetic and unescapable clownishness 

when he essays to dissect her in the privacy of the laboratory. There 

is no book on woman by a man that is not a stupendous compendium of 

posturings and imbecilities. There are but two books that show even a 


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