From a reader, posted without endorsement:
“‘The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills. “Behold, just now the world became perfect!” – thus thinks the woman when she obeys out of entire love. And woman must obey and find a depth for her surface. Surface is the disposition of woman: a mobile, stormy film over shallow water. Man’s disposition, however, is deep; his river roars in subterranean caves: woman feels his strength but does not comprehend it.’”