I am not blind I understand;
I see him loyal, good, and wise,
I feel decision in his hand,
I read his honour in his eyes.
Manliest among men is he
With every gift and grace to clothe him;
He never loved a girl but me —
And I I loathe him! loathe him!
The other! Ah! I value him
Precisely at his proper rate,
A creature of caprice and whim,
Unstable, weak, importunate.
His thoughts are set on paltry gain —
You only tell me what I see —
I know him selfish, cold and vain;
But, oh! he's all the world to me!
Oh she sounds so immature, the woman in the poem. But, though I hate to say it, I can understand that. It's funny too that women (including me) can be so attracted to so-called "bad boys" characters, especially in books. I'll present some instances.
No sane woman in the world would love these "selfish, cold and vain" people, and yet:
- Sherlock Holmes: He's beyond annoying. Would you suffer sarcasm, mockings, and constant disturbance everyday for the sake of living with a genius who doesn't value your intellects anyway? Though my brain says 'No!', I am sure that Sherlockians would readily say 'Yes!' a thousand times to it.
- Erik a.k.a the Phantom: He killed somebody. He was obsessed with a girl to the point of abducting her and threatening her with the death of her beloved. Yet which of us doesn't feel sympathy for him? I tell you, his voice would make me lost my senses.
- The Count of Monte Cristo: Anyone? Enough said.
The number of bad boys on my list grows every year that I'm actually afraid I would never be able to like a decent, normal, human being. But, maybe Sir Arthur just knew it so well. Women, you know.
(Sorry, I don't mean to be sexist. I'm a woman too.)