The Dreamer

A richly satisfying tale for those whose instincts are sure and who would identify at once with the hopes the fears and dreams of all the good friends herein as they trudge along the bumpy road to happiness. <p>What is a woman without warmth? And what is wrong with her seeking to escape for a time from this sad old world into some secure and happy dreamland wherein she gives release to in a private way primal womanly instincts for love-giving and receiving and too for life-giving for homemaking and for nurturing.<p>It is comforting to the troubled male who seeks happiness and security too that these instincts in woman of which he has desperate need and upon which the world depends continue to reveal themselves to break through the shell of bitterness and cynicism of self-hatred of man-hatred and of God-hatred too. For it is Lucifer's same old cry again: I will not serve.<p>For real men have their crushed dreams too and their private sadnesses. And they continue to seek out so as to entrust themselves to a truly womanly woman and not to exploit but rather to love and to gain strength and guidance from them.