/lit/ - Literature

From my perspective, the attractiveness of virginity in women (or, the allure of all pure traits) sprouts from the desire for uxoriousness. That is, if I were to wed a girl I would want to love her completely and unceasingly. Love, requiring reciprocity to work, would then require her to love me completely and unceasingly in return. An impure or deflowered woman cannot love just one person, lest that person be the one who deflowered her. Any future partners would only receive a fraction of her total capacity for affection, as the largest part of it is, as a rule, spent on one's first love. I'm not sure if Joyce meant to mock the character of Gabriel Conroy in The Dead, but, regardless, his idealism resonates with my perceptions of things. And, as you can see from this example, Gabriel Conroy's mistake lies in spending the entirety of his affection on a woman already in debt to another, a woman who can never pay him back. To progress, I ought either to debase myself such that a debased woman may satisfy me, or I ought to find a virginal woman such that we can be the first loves of one another, and live without fear of betrayal which is inherent to fallen men and women alike.