Every psychologist has a steady stream of patients who repeat Tristan’s question: “Will I never find someone to heal me of my unhappiness?” It is the most often asked question in our society. Yet most men follow Tristan’s pattern. When a flesh-and-blood, mortal human appears in a man’s life who offers him love and relatedness, he ends in rejecting her because she can’t measure up to the idealized perfection—Iseult the Fair—who can only live in his inner mind.
