[Under the subheading of "Reminders of Past Glories"]
A wife who ordinarily keeps her more intimate parts concealed from her husband’s wandering eye can arouse him mightily by baring her breast or letting her robe fall away from her naked thigh. Such glimpses soon come to mean as much to him as an ardent caress — his subconscious mind signals that they mean sexual joy, just as the tinkling bell signaled Pavlov’s dogs that food was on the way.
But what if she bares her whole body to him morning and night in matter-of-fact disrobement? Will her smooth breast still stir his passion after he has watched her dress a dozen times when sexual encounter was remote? Even though you might not think it sensible to dress behind a screen when every inch of your anatomy is thoroughly familiar to your mate, free display of absolute nudity as an everyday event robs you of an otherwise effective means of arousing his ardor.”
Wait… so, a woman has to ring a bell while baring a breast? Will the guy get turned on or hungry? Do you keep the bell inside the night stand, or ring it from behind the screen? Do you zap him with a mild shock if he doesn’t get in the mood?
I know I’ve said it before, but I really can’t get over that this book was written in the 1960s. This attitude seems such a turn-of-the-century, “Show us a bit of ankle, Mildred” sort of thing. Yes, this is the same author who advised men how to caress the feminine outlet and women to suck it up and deliver the goods.