glove proper, only a single and particular hand can squeeze itself. As I was the first to discover this fact and island, I can give it the name wherewith others will have to name and call it. It shall be christened henceforward collective or simultaneous love, though I might also, if I and Kolbe chose, let it be named preluding love,--confederate-tenderness,--general warmth,--the fidelity of adopted childhood. To please the theologians and humor their fiddle-faddle about final causes, I throw in here the following fixed principle: I should like to see the man who, without this general love, could in our times, when paired love is, by the demands of a greater _metallic_ and _moral_ capital, made more rare, hold out three years. 2. The second cause of Victor's so easily falling in love with women was his maternal mark,--i. e. a resemblance to his own and every mother. Besides, he asserted that his ideas had exactly the pace--that is, the leap--of woman's, and that he had, in fact, a great deal of woman in him; at least, women resemble him in this,--that their love springs up through talking and intercourse. Their love, it may safely be said, has not much oftener begun than ended in hatred and coldness. An imposed and hated bridegroom makes often a loved husband. "I will," he used to say in Hanover, "get into her heart's ears, if not into her heart. Could Nature, then, have built into the female bosom two such spacious heart-chambers--one can turn round therein--and two such neat heart's-alcoves--the heart's treasure-bag I have not yet touched upon--merely for this purpose, that a man's soul should hire these four apartments all alone without a mother's son beside, as a female soul inhabits the four cerebral chambers of the head's female suite? Quite impossible! and in fact they do no such thing: but (but whoever is afraid of immoderate wit, let him now step out of my track) in the two wings of this rotunda and in the side-buildings everything takes up its quarters that goes in, i. e. more than comes out--as in a toll-house or pigeon-house there is a constant coming and going--one cannot count, if one is there to see--it is a beautiful _temple_ in which there is _right of thoroughfare_.--Such regard not the few who so shut themselves up as to give the chief box of the heart to only a single lover, and merely the two side boxes to a thousand friends." Nevertheless Jean Paul never could succeed--though there might be ever so much surplus room--even so far as to get into the heart's ears, which, to be sure, is the very least thing. Because his face looks too meagre, his complexion too sallow, his head is much fuller than his pocket, and his income that of a titular-mining-superintendency: so they quarter the good rogue merely in the _coldest_ place away up under the eaves of the _head_ not far from the hair-pins,[145]--and there he is still sitting now and laughing out (in writing) his Eleventh Chapter....