As yet woman is not capable of friendship: women are still cats and birds. Or at best, cows.
The woman must obey, and find a depth for her surface.
Woman's soul is all surface, a mobile, stormy film on shallow water.
Man's soul, however, is deep, its torrent thunders in subterranean caverns:
woman feels his strength, but does not understand it.
"You go to women? Do not forget the whip!"-