a man, and being a man means you must go on alone, ahead of the woman, to break a way through the old world into the new. And you’ve got to be alone. And you’ve got to start off ahead. And if you don’t know which direction to take, look round for the man your heart will point out to you. And follow — and never look back. Because if Lot’s wife, looking back, was turned to a pillar of salt, these miserable men, for ever looking back to their women for guidance, they are miserable pillars of half-rotten tears.

You’ll have to fight to make a woman believe in you as a real man, a real pioneer. No man is a man unless to his woman he is a pioneer. You’ll have to fight still harder to make her yield her goal to yours: her night goal to your day goal. The moon, the planet of women, sways us