"<p></p> <p>Women find their love food on the ground with the same instinct as birds find seeds or fish. They wander in infinite space, their instincts leading them over lakes, rivers, seas, and marshes, and then, after a complicated cycle of zigzagging and circling, they strike at once. Their instinct, their sense of sight, is then wonderfully revealed. They are very rarely wrong, and only occasionally do they find that their prey is stronger or more skillful, slipping from their beaks like a tadpole from a seagull's beak. Then they give a squawk like a gull, and fly on, whirling, circling, tireless, vigilant.</p>"