Women do not fully perceive the incomparable beauty of their sex.
Women do not entice men in order to partake of a man’s power, nor to exercise it underhandedly, nor to take their money, nor to acquire that which they desire.
Women do not wish to have children in order to recreate the men whom they embrace, nor even to recreate themselves, nor do they design to assuage their vengeance by pushing their young to take over the world.
Women do not even look to men to buy them houses in which to die of boredom and grow old together.
What women need from men is simply to console them for something inexplicable.
The more I read this passage (my translation) from Pascal Quignard’s book Les Solidarités Mystérieuses, the more I think that human beings of all genders need each other for an inexplicable consolation.
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