One day, Loocus the Thinker came across in his wanderings an object of such rarity and priceless greatness that even he, who had penetrated the mysteries of Jaunsten’s ‘Sentimentalism for Victorian Youths’, the infinite complexities of the one-voiced fugue of the famous Bach twins, Joh and Sebastian, as well as the infernal powers of the five-sided triangle, had never encountered before. It was, of course, a woman. Greatly impressed by her majestic likeness to himself but, slightly scared of her as well, he immediately turned towards his male companions to allay their rising fears, “Behold! I can look upon her face, which is something she cannot do, therefore women can never be like me!’ And thereby Loocus asserted comfortably his superiority over women, much to his relief and those of his compatriots. Incidentally, the same argument proves that he is superior to all his male companions as well, but he doesn’t point that out to them.

The woman, meanwhile, thought up a clever reply. ‘Yes, you can see my face, which is something I cannot do, but I can also see your face, which is something you cannot do! We are even.’

Not to be intimidated, Loocus counterattacks swiftly, ‘Ah, I’m sorry, but you are deluded if you think you can see my face. What you women do when you ‘see’ is not at all as what we men do- it is, as I have already mentioned, of an intrinsically inferior calibre, and does not deserve to be mentioned by the same name. You may call it womansee. Do you see?’

‘I womansee.’ Womanreplies the woman, and womanwalks away…

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