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bottom. This had seemed to me necessary, somehow, when I had
made it. That had seemed to me interesting at the time, but I thought
that now I might more fully understand its meaning. It was the
garment, particularly in its brevity, of a woman who, whether she
willed it or not, was to be kept open to the touch of a man. It was, in
its way, a convenience for the male, indeed, even an invitation to his
predation; too, similarly, it was, to her, her vulnerability, and nature,
reminding her of what she was, and her meaning. I wondered if
anywhere there might be true men, men capable of answering the
scream of need in a woman, capable of taking us in hand and
treating us, and handling us, as what we were, females. Alas, I did
not think so. Before the mirror I sobbed. Then I thought that
somewhere, surely, there must be such men! Surely somewhere in
nature there must be an accounting for them, as there was an
accounting for the dances of bees and the fragrances of flowers, for
the fleetness of the antelope and the teeth of the tiger, for the
migrations of fish and birds, for the swarming of insects, for the
turning of turtles to the sea. Somehow there must be a reason for the
way I felt, something beyond all denials, denunciations and
rationalizations. Such needs bespoke something deep within me, but
I dared not consider what it might be. I was lonely and miserable! I
wondered if somewhere in nature there might lie not only an
explanation for these needs, so seemingly mysterious and
inexplicable, given my environment, my education, my training, my
conditioning, so different from them, but also some dark
complenient in them, some response to them, or answer to them.
Did they not belong in some organic whole, in some natural
relationship, selected for throughout time and history? The beeтАЩs
dances betokened the direction and distance of nectar; the fragrance
of the flower, seemingly such a meaningless thing of beauty, called
forth, luring the bee to its pollen, the swiftness of the antelope paid
tribute to the ferocity and agility of the carnivore, the fangs of the
carnivore to the elusiveness of his quarry; at the ends of migrations
lay the spawning waters and nesting grounds of species; swarmings
brought sexes into proximity; and meaning was given to the trek of
the turtle, as it led at last to the sea. I considered what might be the
answer, the response, in nature, to the needs I felt, if there was one,
what might be the nature of the startling organic whole, if it existed,
the natural relationship, if




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there should be such, in which they figured. I wondered what might