It is likely that in highly sensitive and intellectual men some ordinarily unobserved or half-consciously noted phases of action or being are major causes in the man’s premature arrival at the automatic and uncontrollable part of his own action in the love episode. As an illustration might be mentioned the undue prominence taken in an episode by the bodily fragrance (natural, not the result of artificial perfume) noticed and especially dilated upon verbally by one husband, who thereupon completely lost control of himself at an early stage and was unable to gain the allerotic result of his wife’s (prior) erotic acme. § 121 As is repeatedly stated in this book, there are other types of reaction on the woman’s part that are unconscious attempts to test his control, and continually used by her. Unconsciously she gains her deepest satisfaction, one that permeates every thought and action of hers until the next subsequent love episode, from her _inability_ to make her husband lose control of himself. Fundamentally this is the main cause of woman’s mystery to ordinary man. She is continually springing surprises on him to throw him off his rigid course of action. Continually she is deeply disappointed if she succeeds in doing this. Could anything seem more perverse and contradictory? Is anything really simpler and more straightforward than man’s imperative necessity to pursue his own course quite uninfluenced by her unconsciously motivated actions? She will beseech him to hurry through the episode, not knowing herself, sometimes, that it is the last thing she really wants or needs. An allegory will serve as an illustration. § 122 They are ardent mountaineers. They are ascending Mt. Chocorua in New Hampshire. She is afraid herself to go ahead over the rough mountain trail and see the new views as they develop. She needs also his assistance, his hand, to help her over rocks and fallen tree trunks and up steep ascents. She says to him: “You go ahead and I’ll follow. Rush up quickly and tell me what you see.” If he does so, he runs till he is out of breath and then attempts from a cliff he has reached to shout to her, to tell her how to get up to him, to describe the valley of the Swift River of which he has just caught a glimpse. But he is panting so hard he cannot articulate. Why should he have run ahead of her? Indeed he should not have.