August 1921

A sudden idea of the relationship between ' lovers.' We are neither male nor female. We are a com- pound of both. I choose the male who will develop and expand the male in me ; he chooses me to expand the female in him. Being made * whole.' Yes, but that's a process. By love serve ye one another. . . . And why I choose one man for this rather than many is for safety. We bind ourselves within a ring and that ring is as it were a wall against the outside world. It is our refuge, our shelter. Here the tricks of life will not be played. Here is safety for us to grow. Why, I talk like a child!

" I have been writing a story about an old man." She looked vague. " But I don't think I like old men — do you? " said she. " They exude so." This horrified me. It seemed so infernally petty, and more than that ... it was the saying of a vulgar little mind. Later: I think it was shyness.