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I suppose that the root of the resentment–a resentment which hides a bottomless terror–has to do with the fact that a woman is tremendously controlled by what the man’s imagination makes of her–literally, hour by hour, day by day; so she becomes a woman. But a man exists in his own imagination, and can never be at the mercy of a woman’s.