But Ulrich was only one of heaven alone knows how many cases in her life. Men—as soon as they have grasped the situation—are generally in the habit of treating such nymphomaniac women little better than imbeciles, who can by the most trivial means be tricked into stumbling over the same thing time and time again; for the tender aspects of masculine self-abandonment somewhat resemble the growling of a jaguar over a hunk of neat, and any interruption is taken gravely amiss.
