I just don't know what to do with, or what to make of, women.
Now don't get me wrong, plenty of lustful young maidens walk past me, with their long hair, their seductive smiles, they wink and they thrust forward their supple cleavages for to seduce me; and I look, and behold, their flesh is like fresh milk, their breasts are like two mountains in a grand panoramic landscape, alike to peach-topped valleys of the most splendid kind. And their rosy cheeks are like two smitten robin-redbreasts in a summer garden, dashing about between the trees as the sun shines down and radiates everything in a golden splendour.
And, behold, the young woman is like unto a comely apple in my sight; and how I long to pluck one from the tree, and sit down by the running river, and delight in all the secret fancies of the world!
Woman is like a Revelation from on High; in fact I suspect that G-d makes His angels manifest in the flesh through the white woman.
And as I type these words, tears fall down around my own cheeks, my pale, hollow cheeks, which are so gaunt by virtue of my concupiscences.
And the young woman - what do I do with her? What do I say to her? She winks at me, and beckons my head to repose in her bosom; and she longs to stroke my head, and to wrap herself around me, and to take me into another world - into another galaxy, to mine new planets and colonize new empires, to make new life, to make the stars shine on my account - but, how now?
Woman confuses me.
Yacov Menashe wrote about the girl he met who had many boyfriends. You see, women need you for specific things at specific times - and if you play Mr Nice, you don't cut the mustard.
Women demand that you be a man - women don't care for religion as such - which is why woman, above all else, tempts man to life, to life eternal, to a million different wars for a billion different ways to say, 'I love you' ... and Satan himself smiles, and knows that between a woman's legs is the most potent incentive to life known to man, he knows the woman's seductive power, and he lures man into sensual pleasures and away from G-d ... even as a man is estranged from his parents by virtue of his conquest of women, yea, even so is man estranged from his Heavenly Father by virtue of Satan's fruits, viz, the incomparable beauty, splendour, comfort, of woman ... woman is a High Holy Angel, but also a seductress, a comely one yet also an enigma, I so long for woman, and maybe woman longs for me, but what do I say to her? ... Hashem loves me, and He refuses to let me have what I so deeply desire, which is woman, which is the warmth of her body, to lie with her and dream with her, to become a devil in sheep's clothing ... my concupiscences make a castrato out of me, I sing and I lament for the delight of other's ears ... yet I waste away and pine for lack of woman ... woman! Oh hear, ye angels! How could G-d have put such a thing on this Earth, the Earth was not worthy of the day woman was made!
Ah, woman! Heaven forbid such impenetrable mystery, such sweet savour, such LIFE!