If this had been written by a woman, instead of Gerard Stembridge, it would have been more critical. If he was an American, it might have disintegrated into farce. He s thinking of them, he says, he is giving them what they need. He is an angel in disguise. Feminists will find this hard to take.
Girls have more self-respect than to be practiced upon by a sexual athlete.
In Dublin, where charm grows on trees, joy matters more than blame. Being impulsive, she comes over all fluttery and asks for a date. Within days, they are in each other s beds and her mother thinks he s gorgeous. She is so wound up with repressed emotional tension, men are scared off. He talks to her on a level where passion can naturally find expression and within days, it does.