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While the title hooks you in, the essay is so much more encompassing. It is perhaps the most heartfelt explanation of a sensitive man's perspective of his love affairs. Conroy's essay acknowledges it was a woman who helped him to find completion, and in that sense it is an ode to all women from his past and present. What a thoughtful sentiment.
From time to time, I come across something that simply leaves me helpless. It could be good music, beautiful landscape, the sunset from a certain elevated position, death. Then it could be a good read. I keep returning to this essay over and over and over - I've since lost count. It is, for me, one of the best pieces I'll ever read. It leaves me breathless and spent, like a good laugh; such rhapsody like... well, good sex.