What is so delightful to the male imagination as a witch? Oh, certainly, they personify female wisdom and
power but they have to take their clothes off in order to do so! They are terrifying in their malice, of course.
But if one looks at the matter with an unprejudiced eye, one realizes that they are not wearing a stitch. You can
So they shrivel a crop or cause a cow to stop giving milk. So what? It's worth it.
Then there is the matter of their erotomania. There are things no decent women will ever do and witches do
them all the time! So lecherous are these creatures that even the youngest, sweetest, ripest of them all will
couple in mid-air out in the open! in plain view of everyone! with the oldest, ugliest and most haggish member
of their order. They grind their bodies together shamelessly. They employ various toys. They involve their beastly
familiars. Everyone knows what they do with those brooms.
And if these witches are indeed, the male imagination reasons, so lustful, so degraded, so perfectly without
discrimination, is it not possible that they would even stoop to doing it with me?
But there the male imagination stops, one crucial word short of revelation and the truth. It leaves the question
hanging, while it slips out the door, leaps over the gate, and runs down the street with its hat held firmly down
over its ears. For it does not want to hear the answer. The answer which is a single word. The word which is