A woman's jealousy is doubly tyrannical and repulsive. Women are, therefore, particularly prone to demonism. There are demonic women— a most unpleasant and terrifying phenomenon. There is something distinctly unequal between the love of woman and that of man. A man's love is partial, that is to say, it does not engulf his whole being. The love of woman, on the other hand is more whole-hearted: she is, therefore, liable to be lost in and possessed by love. Her love can be envenomed, perilous and deadly; it is full of magic power; it is relentless, obdurate, pitiless, and despotic. It becomes particularly unbearable in view of the tragic disparity between the concrete woman and her ideal image conjured up by man's imagination. A woman's beauty is, more often than not, deceptive: she is inclined to lie more than man—in her appearance, in her behaviour and in her words. Her lying, however, is largely a form of self-defence, due, in a measure, to having been deprived of some of the most elementary rights ever since the patriarchal system prevailed over the matriarchal. Yet a woman's love may rise to remarkable heights. Such is the love of Ibsen's Solveg or of Marcel Jouhandeau's Veronique. This is love redeemed by and redeeming others in eternal purity and