My dear Son, Be wary of women, for they are the source of all evil. Remember how Lady Macbeth and the witches’ careful choice of words and manipulative ideas led Macbeth to believe that no mortal can harm him. Remember how that led to his downfall. Woman is the prevailing source of evil, son – keep that in mind.
Women are also the source of magnificent pleasure and delight, so revel in your triumph of finding one admirable by you and savour every second, minute and hour you spend in their company. They have a particular charm the women; I guess it’s to do with their conspicuous ripe bosoms, their noticeable voluptuousness, their corsets and garments that display the contours of their body to perfection, the rather stimulating way they sway their body from side to side that create an irresistible aura and vulnerability that completely lures you, inadvertently making you want to constantly care for them. Be selective in your process though, my son, and pluck the ripened of the fruits. Your masculine ardour must be concentrating on tending to that source of great contentment wholeheartedly. Women also have an unusual lust for power, son. They love being in control. But who can deny that power is an irresistible thing? The masses have never vehemently craved for anything much more sinister and vicious than power. What you should aim for, though, my son, is the ultimate power – the power of mind that or psychological power. When one of you blows a fuse and a dispute erupts, concede defeat. There is no winning when it comes to women – never throw down the gauntlet, rather throw in the towel. Its fruitless fighting a river upstream isn’t it son?
Respect her body too, for she is a beautiful art of work. Adorn her, my son, with gold and jewels, if you can afford to and be not profligate; clothe her suitably so she must dazzle; shower her with a deluge of pleasantries and compliments as often – but not too often to be distasteful either. She is your duty son – you have, bestowed upon you, a great responsibility and guardianship. She has been removed from the burden of supporting herself, for she has far more burdensome obligation to observe.
My son, you should also recognize that women never feel appreciate an adequate amount – that’s a fact! This is because of the solitary role she is expected to play in society, her exclusion from any sort of economic activity and her burden as a housewife. Because of this, you should use your most important weapon – Language! Be promiscuous with language my son, and sedate her with words to soothe her yearning soul. Should you wish to correct her or her behaviour, do so delicately and astutely, keeping in mind that she was constructed from a crooked rib – one that cannot be straightened!
Greet the bearer of your progeny at the door, son, with pure exuberance for ‘she’ is your gain and someone else’s loss. Work hard and play hard, as often said, but do not let your work life encroach upon your family life. Learn to separate the two.
Learn to listen and observe; learn to be sympathetic and understanding; learn like Charles Schwab, to be ‘hearty in your approbation and lavish in your praise’; learn to keep vigilance and restriction of your criticisms, lest it makes her apprehensive and insecure; expect her not to be anything or anyone other than herself, lest she disappoints you, or in the least makes a very poor impersonation of someone she is not and cannot be – she might not be able to live up to your expectations son, and this will hurt you. Learn to be prudent with words, for what you erroneously utter might severely wound her vanity.
Squander not, also the exalted experience of an intercourse with all its fullness and glory, intertwined with an astonishing delight; for this alone can arouse ecstasies beyond measure and elation beyond telling. Do not fail to appreciate a woman’s sexuality by being elusive and far-flung or obligate the pursuance of your needs on her persistently, for you will soon lose interest.
On a final note, avoid any endeavours of understanding a woman, son – you never will. As intricate as they can be, they sometimes have trouble even understanding themselves, let alone another species understanding them!