As the husband of one wife and the father of two daughters, all of whom I have observed, with their sex in general, with completely scientific detachment for many years now, I have come to the wholly original conclusion that there is something mysterious about women that is completely opaque to men.  Not, indeed, why a woman might hate us: There are always logical and easily traceable reasons for that.  The fish-and-bicycle feminist is no puzzle.

The mystery (and I think this must also in some way involve Christ and his Church) is why they so often love us with an intense and enduring love that is beyond the understanding of any man who knows himself and his wretched sex.  Why do perfectly normal women want us?   I can prove to the satisfaction of the most rigid empiricist that it goes beyond the killing of mice and the cleaning of gutters.

Not that I am complaining, mind you.