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He said with this great sob, as though to justify his tears and his complete emotional collapse, “Every man's got a mother, you know.” He wasn't a real case; he was just a typical male.

I learned something out of that. I never forgot that. That was the beginning of a great deal of wisdom on my part. I pondered over this remark. At first I thought it was funny. I told it to one or two intimates as funny and they thought it was funny. Then the more I thought of it the more I realized that there was something very significant in that. He was emotionally disturbed all right. Why did he tell me all these innermost secrets of Tammany Hall? Why did he meet me, almost a stranger, certainly with no specific relationship to the problem, and tell it to me? I was a woman. He could tell me. I realized that he also thought of me as a good woman and that I wouldn't go around making sport of him. He really didn't think this. It was all subconscious. I never told the story for a joke after I realized that. He just took for granted that I wouldn't. I realized that he was treating me with great deference and great respect in telling me this, because there was no reason that I should know of it.

I learned out of that that the way men take women in political life is to associate them with motherhood. They