Five Spice Street

I want to illuminate the issue with an example. Let me talk about my wife. Everyone knows ‘‘what she’s like,’’ quite an individual sort of woman. Once, during the day, she smashed a chamber pot on my head. I’m not particularly strong in sex; my sex life is disciplined. Was everything simply turned upside down? Did I become cynical and impotent just because my wife had character? Certain people might wish this, but we can deal with women. This is innate. We don’t need to contend with them over position: who is superior and who is subordinate is determined by physiology. It can never be changed. A real man should be calm, steady, and properly modest. Women are often impatient and conceited. They aren’t comfortable with their passivity and always have to rebel a little. There’s certainly nothing wrong with this. Their liveliness increases male libido and makes our sex life even happier, more animated, and so we appreciate life even more. I have to say that marrying a woman with character (as long as it isn’t someone like Madam X, who goes to extremes and is involved with magic) is a lifelong blessing for a man. Every quarrel enhances mutual feelings. After the dark clouds have passed, the sky is lucid and blue, and the golden sun shines brightly. I am precisely this sort of lucky man. After twelve years of this fortunate life, I’m still in good health. I have a ruddy face and am in good spirits. Practice has given me a profound understanding of a woman’s essence, and I never have any doubts. I’m an expert on this subject. At this point, I must also talk about abstinence. In general, men have limitations in sex. It directly affects our constitution. We are weak in comparison with certain ‘‘know-how-to-do-it’’ women. Thus, abstinence becomes essential. Every happy relationship depends on it. Not only is abstinence good for one’s body and mind, but it can also control one’s partner, thus letting one reap an even greater pleasure. An overfed person won’t appreciate food. A man should always keep his partner half starved so that she’ll continue to be interested in sex and will be grateful for what she gets. This is the key to a quality sex life. My wife, for example, often beseeches me with tears. At such times I feel so manly, while she becomes nothing more than a ball of feminine flesh.

Perhaps when Madam X first met him in that large gloomy room, she took the initiative by shooting light waves from her eyes at Mr. Q, scaring him out of his wits. She had the upper hand. But so what? It wasn’t a matter of being in bed. It was nothing but a game. At best, we can say, Madam X loves exhibiting herself. After all, women are women: they can’t turn themselves into men, no matter how hard they try. But some people love spreading rumors. They talk of a tigress jumping out of some granary and peeling the clothes off the man, and so forth. It seems that they are greatly dissatisfied with their own sex lives and have to manufacture these kinds of monstrous fantasies. They wish their own wives would turn into tigresses so they could enjoy something abnormal. Actually, everyone knows that this tigress-like woman is a figment of their imagination. If a tiger really appeared, they would wet their pants-is anyone brave enough to enjoy this? The more impossible a thing is, the more people daydream about it. People are despicable. Fatuous. I am a teacher. My ‘‘spare-time recreation’’ is level-headed and reasonable. I feel a personal responsibility to fight blindness. I don’t want to argue with ignorant persons over non-existent problems. I fulfill my responsibility by preserving moral integrity and my healthy, harmonious sex life with my wife.

I’m not interested in subjective assumptions about Mr. Q’s initiative, what actions he performed, and so forth. Artists can provide detailed descriptions, but I work in the realm of theory based on strict scientific foundations. Thus, I’ve already exploded one myth. Artists need our guidance to construct the big picture, without which they can’t create work of high quality. The line drawings on the walls, for instance, present numerous problems. The future is not at all rosy. Few of those artists followed the right guide. They doodled blindly, producing rough works that catered to some people’s vulgar and abnormal tastes while debasing serious art. Such novelty elicits cheap applause but also involves ethical problems. Some who are contaminated are reluctant to fulfill their husband-wife obligations. They complain their wives are too tame to satisfy them, so they imagine doing it with a monster like the tigress. This is shocking!