There is currently being performed in Paris, and under various titles, a play which has as its subject the incandescence of women. It is called Mademoiselle Julie... It is called L'Amant rêvé... It is called Tota Mulier, and otherwise.
A dramatic subject is contagious, or more exactly epidemic. All the authors discover the same thing at the same time, to find a moral thesis or comic effects. Last year, we had the incest season; this year sees the fashion for the lady with an excessive temperament. The one and the other subject are not really new; combined, they have given Phèdre, which (especially played by Mme Segond-Weber) is a horrific and distressing spectacle.
Hippocrates' diagnosis (Tota mulier in utero) proves to us that Greek doctors, like French doctors in Molière's time, expressed themselves in Latin in order to impress their clients. It seems erroneous in that it takes the whole for the part. It can provide material for excellent vaudevilles in liquette, and the vaudevillians have not failed to do so. On the other hand, there is some exaggeration and some injustice, on the part of a dramatic clinician, to show us "the sick and twelve times impure child" not as a teratological phenomenon, but as an almost normal pathological case.

That a woman's sex is a volcano, agreed. But there is nothing calmer than a volcano, volcanic eruptions being rare and accidental.
I am surprised that the "feminist" or "women's progress" newspapers have not taken up the challenge.
Truly, if there is a being dependent on his sex, it is man. If there is a being ready to respond to the first call of desire, it is the male.
We reproach women for changing, to find something better. Do we not constantly change, to change?
Who is it that prostitutes himself vilely, buying of his own free will the love that the woman sells under constraint and force? It is man.
Who is it that boasts of this debasement of which woman is ashamed? It is man.
Who is it that tricks, lies, betrays for sport and for play? It is man.
Who is it that lets women down after having seduced them? It is man.
It is the perfidious and violent man who invokes at every opportunity the rules of honor in the most absurd circumstances, but who deliberately excludes honor from the rules of the sexual game.

This is the subject of an article that I suggest to one of my colleagues from La Française or La Voix des Femmes. And here is the title: The Straw and the Beam.