anyway, what i wanted to say, vonnegut aside, was something like...
of course they need beautiful women. they are insecure men. it's not even a physical thing--those women really give them meaning, they love them as they can't love themselves. and it's not even just a male thing. i see this in myself really, with the basis of my attraction to people like santiago. they make me feel finally at peace, because they make me finally at peace with myself. what could put an insecure man at ease more than a beautiful woman who loves him?
"[. . .] while for the first time in his life Charles Tansley felt an extraordinary pride; a man diffing in a drain stopped digging and looked at her, let his arm fall down and looked for her; for the first time in his life Charles Tansley felt an extraordinary pride; felt the wind and the cyclamen and the violets for he was walking with a beautiful woman. He had hold of her bag."
"It was astonishing that a man of his [William Bankes's] intellect could stoop so low as he did--but that was too harsh a phrase--could depend so much as he did upon people's praise."
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of course they need beautiful women. they are insecure men. it's not even a physical thing--those women really give them meaning, they love them as they can't love themselves. and it's not even just a male thing. i see this in myself really, with the basis of my attraction to people like santiago. they make me feel finally at peace, because they make me finally at peace with myself. what could put an insecure man at ease more than a beautiful woman who loves him?
"[. . .] while for the first time in his life Charles Tansley felt an extraordinary pride; a man diffing in a drain stopped digging and looked at her, let his arm fall down and looked for her; for the first time in his life Charles Tansley felt an extraordinary pride; felt the wind and the cyclamen and the violets for he was walking with a beautiful woman. He had hold of her bag."
"It was astonishing that a man of his [William Bankes's] intellect could stoop so low as he did--but that was too harsh a phrase--could depend so much as he did upon people's praise."
-Virginia Woolf