It is necessary now to attempt the forbidding task of trying to create or synthesise an adequate description of the kind of relationship that ordinary men and women must have to play their part in community life.

There is so much talked about love between men and women nowadays, that it is impossible to dismiss it as “all my eye and Betty Martin”. Yet clearly most of it is. You still find men and women prepared to honour their love; but more and more frequently you find them regarding it as an enjoyable sensation. If one takes a classic portrait of conjugal love, Beethoven's Fidelio, or the classic example of the human heart trying to reconcile love of a woman with love of God, Abelard and Heloise, one sees that it has very little to do with a domestic life in a semidetached house in the suburb of an industrial town. Yet this is the environment in which many ordinary men and women live. So one is forced to conclude that there are probably many shades of love, honest and dishonest, many depths of intensity corresponding to many degrees of trust, ranging from absolute devotion to the sort of trust which is shattered and cannot forgive, because one's wife has an affair with the neighbour. Young girls…