Oh, well, if you look at it that way… …
What other way is there to look at it?
Anyone who wants to understand an association between Taurus and Libra (both presently ruled by Venus) should contemplate the elements. That’s the first step to knowing who’s on first and what’s on second in any kind of ball game involving two very different individuals.
Don’t jump to the hasty conclusion that the earthy Taurean is much stronger than the airy Libran, and that both of them could be burned to a cinder by a raging Fire Sign like Aries, Leo, or Sag. Both Earth and Fire may appear to be more dangerous than Air. Earth is certainly heavier. Fire is certainly more consuming. We all know what damage an earthquake, or a flaming volcano, can do. Surely a mass of Air (the essence of Libra), ethereal as it is, and constantly moving around—can’t do much harm, compared to a solid mountain of Earth, like Taurus.
You’ll have to turn to physics and chemistry for the truth. Air is the chief nourisher of life. We all need air to breathe, therefore it’s comforting, not to mention handy, to have around. But are you aware that, statistically, air kills more people every year, in one way or another, than all the other elements combined? Air may be invisible. It may have no definite shape, and it certainly doesn’t seem capable of affecting anything as material as Earth. However, if you’ve ever been lolling around among the coconuts in the South Sea islands when a typhoon struck, you’ll know that things aren’t always what they may seem. Especially Air. And especially Libra, the Cardinal of the three Air Signs (the other two being Gemini and Aquarius). Libra represents the astrological Air Element in its most active form. End of lesson. End of moral. End of warning? Yes, that’s better—end of the warning to those Bulls who think they can plant a heavy foot on the Libra Scales and topple these pleasant people into submission.
In no way, dear Bulls, is Libra passive. Yet Libra may appear to be a pushover for a tougher personality. Here is this absolutely charming person (except when he or she is playing cranky crocodile), this dimpled, beautiful (or handsome) creature, with bright, intelligent eyes, a smile that warms the cockles of the heart, and the serenity of the spirit, a bland, innocent expression—and a voice that’s faintly reminiscent of church bells, ringing high in the Swiss Alps.
Surely a person of such obviously gentle amiability couldn’t possibly be a threat. Ah, but that Libra smoothness of manner is but a soft camouflage which enables the sharp spear of the Libran’s clever, logical mind to penetrate, with a minimum of resistance. Libra knows very well that the immature rashness of Aries, the rude frankness of Sagittarius, the arrogance of Leo—and the immovable obstinacy of Taurus—are nothing but obstacles to success. They’re detrimental to the carrying out of one’s real purpose—winning the controversy and getting one’s own way, which is all that counts in the final analysis, to Libra. And that sort of deduction, in itself, you must admit, is a clear and indisputable display of Libra logic.
If you don’t believe these insights, check with anyone who worked in the administration of former Libran President Jimmy Carter, or someone who served in the British Parliament during Margaret Thatcher’s reign as Prime Minister, the woman nicknamed Iron Lady. Or perhaps with some of the former lovers of Libran Susan Sarandon, or those who have dared to tangle with Libran author Gore Vidal, verbally or otherwise. You will receive immediate confirmation of the astrological facts. And never mind seductive Venus. With Venus being the ruler of all Librans, it’s only logical that Librans of both sexes tend to operate in the traditional Venus (feminine) way, sweetly charming the enemy into surrender. Libra lads are very much like Libra ladies in this respect.
There’s a general inertia in the nature of the average Taurus man, woman, or child, that causes the Bulls to instinctively acquiesce to the customs of their community, office, classroom, or family circle—to the conventions of society and the laws of their government. If you cross-examine the Bulls, however, you’ll find that they don’t necessarily obey because they believe all these people and laws are right. It’s because the typical Taureans are convinced that ignoring convention or flaunting the law might bring trouble and disharmony, a state of affairs that Venus warns the Bulls to avoid, at whatever cost—the same tip she gives to Librans, you see. It’s just received and utilized in different ways by these two. Once a Taurean is driven too far, he or she doesn’t lack either strength or courage. Far from it. When it reaches push-to-pull, the Bulls of any age, and both sexes, will defend both their personal principles and their loved ones, fiercely. (You’d better believe it!) But Taurus sees absolutely no sense in stirring up muddy waters or risking violent agitation, just to win a minor point.
Libra does. Winning an intellectual point or decision, however minor, major—or in the middle—is the reason for the Libra person’s very existence, symbolized by the Libra Scales, balanced in perfect harmony and justice. If there’s any sort of controversial issue at stake, the typical Taureans will simply yawn, or shrug, and state calmly (in those rich, mellow voices that compete with the Libra buttery, whipped-cream voices for sheer appeal) that it doesn’t make the slightest difference to them what happens in a matter too small to interest them—or one too large to concern them. But nothing is too small or too large to need Libra’s careful weighing and balancing and judgment.
Should the bathroom be painted pink or green? Should we impeach the President? Does an electric toothbrush get your teeth cleaner? Should the police crack their clubs over the heads of youngsters who are only expressing their idealism and their disgust with hypocrisy? On the other hand, should the young people insult the police by calling them pigs, when they’re only trying to do their duty and keep the peace? Is censorship to be tolerated in a land dedicated to freedom of speech and thought? To look at the other side, in all fairness, is the lack of basic censorship responsible for the moral degeneration of youth in this country? Will such permissive attitudes lead to America’s downfall, as it led to the extinguishing of other great civilizations, such as Babylon, Atlantis, and Rome? But then, to reconsider, how can there be liberty if there is censorship of any kind? Is jogging healthy or unhealthy? Should everyone be required to use renewable energy and waterless toilets for serious ecological reasons? Do the AMA and the FDA have the public’s—or their own—best interest at heart? If the bathroom is painted pink, instead of green, will it clash with the yellow towels? If it’s painted green, instead of pink, will it look like a hospital room?
You can understand why Librans have to rest a lot. It isn’t fair to call them lazy. When you engage in all that mental activity from the time you wake up in the morning, and can’t decide which side of the bed to get out on—until the time you go to sleep at night, and can’t decide whether to wear the top or the bottom of your nighty-nights—you’re bound to feel a little weary and exhausted once in a while. Not to mention a little edgy.
Most Taureans can get weary and exhausted just from listening to a Libra contemplating all those decisions. It sounds like insanity to the Bulls. Just do what you feel (and therefore know) is right, don’t let anyone budge you an inch from your position—and SHUT UP about it. That’s the average or typical Taurean’s philosophy about decisions, in a neat nutshell. To the Bulls, constant argument is the most futile, wasteful, and therefore the most sinful, occupation they can imagine. No one ever really wins an argument except the person who manages to fall asleep and snooze until it’s over. No one ever emerges victorious from a debate, right?
Wrong. Librans do. They emerge victorious from all of them, except the ones with which they become quickly bored. It’s no wonder they win, when you think of the Libra weapons, smuggled to them by Venus. Charm. Tact. Dimples. (Somewhere on their bodies they have dimples. Every last one of them. Whether they show or not.) Where were we? Dimples. Intelligence. Flattery. Optimism. A serene and soothing manner. Those satiny voices. That incredible smile that bursts upon their features like an explosion of pure Sunlight. That gorgeous laugh. And besides all these powerhouse weapons, they have the sneakiness to use against you their spears of logical deduction when you least expect it. I can’t stress this danger often enough to the Bulls, who believe their own passive resistance will eventually wear down the Libra friend, relative, business associate, lover, or mate who’s trying to prod them, gently, into either verbal or physical action of some kind.
The arguments Libra initiates, manipulates, and finally wins with Taureans, can cover everything from politics to religion. As for the latter, I once overheard a conversation between a Libran Catholic priest (a Jesuit, naturally) and an obstinate young Taurean, who had stubbornly refused a scholarship to Notre Dame and was bullheadedly determined to become a professional football player. Notice that the subject of football is not even mentioned.
Beginning of Conflict:
|Libra:||(initiating) I suppose you claim to believe in God?|
|Taurus:||I most certainly do.|
|Libra:||Then, why don’t you pray to Him, regarding your vocation, if you aren’t sure whether or not you want to study law?|
|Taurus:||I am sure I don’t want to study it. (Libra loses the first round. But no matter. The trick didn’t work. This time.)|
|Libra:||(moving right along) But, just in case you might be mistaken, why don’t you pray?|
|Taurus:||Because I’d feel silly, that’s why. Prayer isn’t scientific.|
|Libra:||And yet, you say you believe in God?|
|Taurus:||(stubbornly) Of course I do. I told you I do.|
|Libra:||(speaking gently) Then how is it that you don’t believe He is wise enough and compassionate enough to guide you?|
|Taurus:||Because I’ve never heard God talking. No one has. It isn’t scientific.|
|Libra:||YOU don’t believe He can answer prayers? A God you believe in so strongly? How can God be so powerless?|
|Taurus:||I just told you. I never heard him speak. Scientifically, there’s no way He could speak.|
|Libra:||I see. You won’t be satisfied until God appears to you in solid flesh, and says, Hey! Why don’t you become a scientist? You’d make a great one! Forget about law school, young man. Your destiny lies elsewhere, as He spoke to Moses, behind the burning bush.|
|Taurus:||(genuinely shocked) How did you know I’d rather be a scientist than a lawyer?|
|Libra:||(flashing a heavenly Venus smile of victory) Because I prayed for you this morning, at mass—and suddenly, God revealed it to my subconscious. He answered my prayer, as you can see, without speaking a single word.|
|Taurus:||Gee! Okay, Father. From now on, I’ll say a prayer everytime I need to make a decision. Could you see about getting my scholarship changed from law school to biology? I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to do until you just made me see. Would you call it a divine revelation?|
|Libra:||That’s exactly what it was, my young friend. That’s what happens when you pray. I’ll check with an associate of mine at Notre Dame tomorrow, and let you know before the day is over.|
End of Conflict.
Librans use what is known as the Socratic method of discussion. You have to watch them closely. And listen carefully. A Taurean who is too busy resisting to pay attention to Libra logic can trip on his (or her) own obstinacy.
This is an association influenced by the 6-8 Sun Sign Pattern, which means that Taurus represents the eighth astrological house of intriguing mystery (among other matters) to Libra. Of course. Libra would adore to solve the mystery of how the Bulls manage to remain so tranquil, and untouched, by all the raging personal and public controversies around them, so untormented by mental traumas, so frustratingly able to sleep throughout the night, like peaceful babies, never suffering the insomnia of decision-making that tortures Librans, sometimes until dawn—when the Good Lord knows they need their beauty sleep, their rest, as much as Taurus, even more, to keep their equilibriums in balance.
Libra represents, to Taurus, the sixth astrological house of service, among other things. Of course. Didn’t our budding scientist Taurean somehow manage to persuade the Libra priest to provide the service of pulling a few strings for him at Notre Dame? Just by kidding around about wanting to play pro football? When this Bull was born, his natal Sun was in Taurus, but the Moon and Ascendent were both in Libra.
Taurus Woman and Libra Man
Now I understand what had hitherto been bothering me.
……… this trick had been in his head all the time.
She is sad about something. It doesn’t matter what it is. The world is dark and dismal, and there’s no hope that anything will change. Life is real, Life is earnest, Life is serious, Life is monotonous—and Life is certainly negative. She’s a Taurus woman, indulging herself in a rare, but ever-so-deep and blue, binge of futility.
Along comes a Libra man. He sits down quietly next to her, takes her hand gently in his own, and looks at her softly, in silence, after offering her his large, clean handkerchief. She continues to frown, in abject misery. Men! Men are part of what’s wrong with everything. And here’s another one of them, trying to feed her a line so he can seduce her. But wait. This one isn’t saying a word. He’s just sitting there near her, very near … … peacefully pouring calm all over her, like olive oil—and gazing at her with… . is it adoration? Whatever it is, it’s romantic. Then, after a long while, he speaks.
Never mind, darling. You’ll feel better tomorrow. His voice is like creamy-smooth caramel candy—and oh, how she loves creamy-smooth caramel candy! (So does he, although it’s very bad for both of them.) But even this doesn’t cheer her. No. Life is real, Life is dull, Life is a great big nothing. Life is a put-on and a put-down. Both.
No, I won’t feel better tomorrow. I won’t. I won’t. I won’t.’
Libra speaks again, still sweetly. You’re so beautiful when you’re sad. Tears make your eyes sparkle like green emeralds. If it didn’t break my heart to know you’re unhappy, I’d like to see tears in them all the time. Let’s see how they look when you laugh.
Life is real, Life is—well, Life is getting more interesting. But—No, I can’t laugh. I want to, but I can’t. I simply can’t.
You must. Darling, if you believe long enough, and deeply enough, all good things will come to pass. Not a single dream you ever dreamed will fail to come true, if you keep your emotional balance and look at the bright side. Now, he smiles. A Libra smile is a deadly weapon that should be outlawed, so Libra men could never use it to take advantage of poor Taurus women, who melt into squidgy fudge ripples when they’re shown affection—and are truly appreciated. But so far, they haven’t been outlawed. So … he smiles.
Tomorrow will be better. It really will. You’ll see.
No, it won’t. I want it to be better, but I just know it won’t.
Then he kisses her. It will.
Everything will be better tomorrow. The Sun will shine, the flowers will blossom, the dew will be on the buttercups—and the female Bull will be deeply in love for keeps with a charmer who was only trying to be kind, and who may be confused when he discovers that what his romantic sentiment actually meant to her was an ironclad contract of loyalty, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer—seven days a week, twelve months a year—for as many years as they both shall live.
The voice you just heard was that of the Libra man, addressing the minister. He didn’t have the heart to hurt her, and couldn’t decide what excuse to give her, so he thought—What the heck? (Librans normally don’t swear or curse. Prostitute that heavenly voice with obscenities?) At least, not when they’re young enough to say I do for the first time, they don’t swear. After a few marital mistakes, they may occasionally gosh-darn the institution of marriage that so magnetizes them.
So … what the heck? Why not smell the buttercups, and let her tuck him in at night with passionate kisses, between soft-blankets of love? Why not? Why shouldn’t I marry her? It’s my Life, isn’t it? Marriage is a wonderful thing, she’s a beautiful woman, so what’s wrong with marrying her?
You see? Already he’s trying to start an argument, just like a Libran. Nobody said he shouldn’t marry her. Did you hear me say that?
It’s possible the Libra lover will find he’s made the right decision by not making a decision to charm his way out of the Taurus female’s feminine, appealing wiles. They’ll probably be as happy as two turtledoves, as they walk, hand in hand, from room to room, through their rose-covered cottage in the country—or if their dreams have been briefly delayed, through their soot-covered apartment in the city.
THE DEN-LibraRY-LIVING ROOM-PARLOR: They’re in perfect agreement here. She loves rich fabrics, in soft colors, a blend of beauty and luxury that makes a room seem warm and comfy. He loves pastel shades that harmonize, lots of bookshelves, loaded with books, furnishings that are quiet and soothing. Maybe a minor tiff over traditional opposed to modern, or a chair or lamp or so, but on the whole … in agreement. The stereo system cost a small fortune, but they’re both crazy about it. Who can live without music? Not Libra or Taurus (though he won’t like it played too loudly).
THE KITCHEN: They’re still holding hands, still draped in harmony. She adores to cook (if she’s a typical Taurean), and although she may prefer food like eggplant, potatoes, and vegetables, she’s delighted to tickle his palate with the more exotic dishes that send him into appreciative ecstasies (and also perhaps send him to the gym rather frequently to work out—and work off—the calories). Then maybe afterward, a few hours out on the town with his male friends. You know . . a little man talk. But he’ll be back for her next meal.
THE BEDROOM: In this room, holding hands may not be enough. They’ll probably hold each other closely all night long, every night, in the sheer ecstasy of realizing that the long search, for someone who realizes that love is the most important thing in the world, is over at last. To him, that person is her. To her, that person is him. They’re both ruled by Venus, so their sexual problems should be the very least of their worries. But his physical expressions of love may be a little ethereal for her, at times. She may privately wish he’d put a little more emphasis on the physical, and a little less emphasis on the intricate moods of eroticism and fancy he verbalizes so beautifully. He may privately wish she would put a little more stress on imaginative, poetic ways of making love, and a little less stress on simple ordinary bodily contact. However, they’ll meet somewhere betwixt and between body, mind, and soul—and probably find their relationship more satisfying than the average couple who exist in only one romantic dimension.
THE BATHROOM: They’ll still be billing and cooing in pleasure. Or rather, he’ll be billing and cooing—she’ll be softly mooing. He loves long, luxurious baths and showers, fluffy bath mats, thick towels, expensive shaving lotion, and rainbow-colored toothpaste for his Libra smile. She loves bubbly bath oils, powders, perfumes, thick bath mats, fluffy towels, and scented soaps.
There’s hardly a square foot of space, in or around their home, where they’ll disagree. Except perhaps for the front porch. That’s where she may sit on the stoop, and wait—and wait—and wait—for him to come home, on those nights he’s gone to the gym to work out—and out on the town afterward, with his friends. (Male friends. She hopes.)
And maybe the basement.
The basement is the room where she’ll spend lots of time helping him keep up his reputation as a handsome Libran charmer. That sort of charisma requires stacks of clean shirts and socks. They must be folded just so, and placed in his drawers, just so. It makes him nervous when his socks don’t match, or his new sweaters fade all over his white-on-white shirts. Then he may drift into the habit of charmingly nagging her a little about being a slave to the house (and his laundry). Well, now, there’s a problem. Which is it? Does she stay in the basement so much because she’s weary of waiting on the front porch for him to come home—because he went out—because he’s weary of her being in the basement all the time? Then maybe it’s his fault. On the other hand, maybe it’s her fault. Who started it? He started it, by going out so much. No, she started it by making him fat with her rich desserts. Or, did he start it, by demanding that his clothes closets be so perfect they’d pass inspection at Yves St. Laurent, when Prince Charles is there making a selection? He used her fluffy bath towels and scented soap—she used his thick bath mats and talcum. He spent their savings for a golf club membership, and a new car to surprise her, but she wasn’t surprised, she was angry, and pouted sullenly for weeks. It sounds confusing, but Libra will straighten it all out with nice, clear logic … unless after a while, she turns obstinate and stops listening.
Libra men sometimes behave as though they’re trying to drain Life of every ounce of knowledge and every drop of pleasure … reading best sellers, rapping with intellectuals, catching films, plays, and concerts … soaking up the admiration of pretty women at parties … and soaking up other things.
A Taurus woman prefers to stay home, and cuddle by the fire, maybe go out socially once a week. She can’t make jogging a way of life. She needs other interests, and most of them lie in togetherness, the two of them … hiking through the woods or going camping, remodeling the house … making some common sense out of the present so they can build a future, buy a house in the country, and leave the madness of the metropolis. She was not born for condominiums. She was born for barns and hay and fresh air … and country roads to stroll along, hand in hand, with the man she loves.
Not every Libra man is a playboy type. Then again, many of them are. But, playboy or no playboy, he’ll insist on keeping his intellect sharp, and one of the ways he does this is by being gregarious. If she wants to continue playing those happy scenes with him in the den, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the bedroom, she’ll have to accept the mingling at intermission. He may prefer studying ancient civilizations, dabbling in one of the arts, or grabbing an extra degree or two, to hanging out in a smoky nightclub. But, wherever and however he does his mingling, she should get out of the basement, off the front-porch stoop, into her prettiest dress, and tag along beside him—without pouting.
Maybe she won’t enjoy it quite so much as he does, but she’ll have to pretend she does, if she expects to someday, through her beautiful patience, entice him into moving into that remodeled barn in New England, or wherever. She should try to laugh about it, with her magnificent sense of humor. After all, tomorrow will be better, remember? It probably will be better, if there’s a harmonious Sun-Moon aspect between their birth charts. If not, well … tomorrow may be worse. But on the other hand, nothing is perfect. And isn’t that what they promised each other? For better … or for worse?
No, answers the Libra man, sadly. Tomorrow won’t be better, I’m sure of it. Life is real, Life is earnest, Life is a put-on, and a put-down, a big fat nothing. I’m a big fat nothing.
Her voice is like creamy-smooth caramel, when she soothes him. You aren’t a big, fat nothing, darling. You’re handsome and brilliant, and… your eyes shine like emeralds when they’re full of tears. If you believe long enough, and deeply enough, all good things will come to pass. We’ll have to keep our emotional balance and look at the bright side. Then she smiles, a dazzling smile, and his heart turns over.
Those are such beautiful thoughts, sweetheart. So wise. Where did you ever learn such a lovely philosophy of Life, he asks, now smiling back at her.
… from someone I knew, a long, long time ago. He taught me everything I know about life … and love. I miss him. I wish I could find him again. I wish he would come home.
Strangely … … they’re back in each other’s arms again. We should leave them alone now, because he just whispered into her buttercup ear, I have come home—to stay.
But wait. Let’s listen for just another moment. She’s sighing, making contented little mooing sounds. Do you suppose you could take a day off next week, so we could go out in the country and look at some farmhouses for sale?
Why wait for next week? Let’s go right this minute.
Yes, tomorrow will be better. Not perfect, but better. After they’ve moved to the countryside, he’ll glance up at her some night, when they’re sitting by the fire, and begin sharpening his Libra logic and intellect again. You know what I’ve been thinking? That promise about—’all good things come to pass.’ What it really means is—all good things will come—comma—to pass. Nothing ever remains. Everything is always changing. Like that warning, ‘even this shall pass away.’ I suppose that includes the sadness, as well as the gladness. If you wait long enough, the gladness returns again.
You see? The fresh air and the hay and the green fields . . and the cows … didn’t dull his mind at all. But he doesn’t have to teach her anything about waiting long enough. Patience is her secret power, over Life, and Love … and him.
Taurus Man and Libra Woman
However, John continued to sleep so placidly on the floor, that she allowed him to remain there. And I know you meant to be kind, she said, relenting. So you may give me a kiss.
A Libra woman is unpredictable. You never know how she’s going to manage to get her own way. All you can be sure of is that she’ll get it.
What? you’ll exclaim. A sweet, feminine woman like her is bossy? Yes. A sweet, feminine woman like her is bossy. But that doesn’t mean she has to advertise the fact by having it stamped on her bikini—Bossy. (Someone might think she’s a female Bull.) The Libra woman is ruled by Venus, the gentle planet of peace and love and beauty and harmony—all those delicious things. A Taurus man is ruled by Venus too. But Taurus is a feminine sign. And Libra is a masculine sign. That doesn’t make her a tomboy, anymore than it makes him a sissy (the Bull a sissy?). It has deeper implications. It’s always easier for a man to be born under a masculine sign, and for a woman to be born under a feminine sign. It makes doing what comes naturally—more natural. However, it isn’t necessarily unfortunate the other way around. Usually, a masculine vibration only makes a woman more spunky—and a feminine vibration only makes a man more sensitive. There’s nothing wrong with the sexes trading a few virtues back and forth. The danger lies in overdoing it. These two probably will not. They may underdo it.
Of all men born under a feminine Sun Sign, the Bull is less likely to overdo the feminine qualities of passivity, acquiescence, submission, and so forth. It simply keeps his virility and stubbornness balanced by sweetness and tenderness, if he doesn’t overemphasize the caveman bit. The Libra female will have a little more trouble with the sexual balancing act. After all, she’s symbolized by the Scales, and scales have a delicate mechanism of adjustment. Her innate sense of fairness and impartial judgment, plus her masculine Sun Sign vibes, may lead her to announce: Darling, I’m joining the American Civil Liberties Union. We’re going to picket the White House.
A Libra woman nearly always is beautiful. Even if her features are plain, her absolutely stunning smile makes you think she’s beautiful. She has dimples, her eyes are soft, her voice is clear and lovely, her manners are graceful. She lets you pull out her chair, hold open her door, and carry her packages with an air of appealing helplessness. Outwardly, she’s an angel of femininity. Inwardly, she’s driven by the masculine principles of her Cardinal Sign of Leadership: force—strength—courage—positive action—penetration—conquer and dominate. She can manage her own career, and she’s adept at getting everything she wants out of life—or from a man. It doesn’t mean she’s invulnerable to hurt, but she wears a tougher suit of armour to protect her from it than her manner might suggest … … and she recuperates quickly.
Taurus recuperates slowly from a broken heart. All the more reason for the Taurus male to be sure he knows the rules before he plays any romantic games with a Libra female. The Bull makes decisions only after careful consideration. He doesn’t like to discuss a situation until it’s already settled in his mind. Then he acts with deliberation and seldom changes his opinion. She acts with equal deliberation and also seldom changes her opinion. Once she’s made up her mind, she carries through with incredible energy and purpose. So she can’t understand why people unjustly accuse her of being indecisive. What gives her such an unfair reputation is the period of weighing and balancing she goes through before she finally makes up her mind. With Taurus, the decision-making period is sensibly utilized for silent contemplation. With Libra, it’s intellectually utilized for lengthy discussions of pro and con that can last far into the night. She may have occasion to resent his lack of enthusiasm in contributing to the talkathon.
|HER:||I’m for legalized abortion … I think. Do you believe anyone has the right to tell a woman what to do with her own body?|
|HIM:||I never thought about it. Nobody ever tried to tell me what to do with my body.|
|HER:||Well, think about it. What would you do if someone raped you, and then you found out you were pregnant?|
|HIM:||(yawning) I’d change my name from Earl to Gladys.|
|HER:||Please be serious, sweetheart. Do you believe the Catholic Church should be allowed to lobby against legal abortion, and claim it’s murder?|
|HIM:||According to both the Bible and the Constitution, they should.|
|HER:||Maybe you’re right. On the other hand, what about the population explosion?|
|HIM:||(yawning again) An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. That’s what my grandmother used to say.|
|HER:||That’s true. An abortion can create emotional scars in both the woman and the man. Metaphysically speaking, a soul shouldn’t be denied its channel of birth. Still, when you look at the other side, if a girl is unmarried, and her parents won’t help her. .…|
|HIM:||SO she calls a home for unwed mothers. Say, listen, are you pregnant?|
|HER:||Ah! That’s just the point. Do those homes influence the girl in her decision about adoption—as opposed to abortion—as opposed to keeping her baby? It certainly isn’t fair if … … Earl? Earl!|
She shouldn’t judge him too harshly. He tried. But as soon as he satisfied himself that the problem under discussion wasn’t his personal concern, he lost interest. She could awaken him very easily, by turning out the lights, and giving him a silent message about a subject that does affect him, intimately—making love. Just because she failed to arouse him into passionate verbal declarations and opinions doesn’t mean she won’t be able to arouse him physically. A Bull can always be led into becoming passionate about passion.
The physical magnetism between this man and woman is often very powerful, probably the basis for the initial attraction—and familiarity will seldom breed contempt. It will more likely add depth to the sexual expression of their love. Her approach may be a few shades too abstract for his sensual, earthy needs. Yet, they are both sentimental romanticists who understand how to blend eroticism with affection to achieve total fulfillment together. This is a 6-8 Sun Sign Pattern stressing sexual curiosity and satisfaction—and also emphasizing unselfish devotion and service.
Undeniably, the Taurus man is often a great blessing to the Libra woman. His very presence soothes her restless spirit. And no one can more solidly and dependably guide her through those Libran moments of sometimes agonizing indecision more comfortingly than the Bull. His warmness and humor—his reliability and common sense—are often just the qualities she’s been searching for out there among the clouds. After all, even the birds rest in the trees now and then … and build their nests there, where they feel safe and secure … however much they may enjoy flying.
Another rather lovely thing about these two is that her natural Pollyanna optimism can act as a beautiful balance for the Bull’s natural tendency toward pessimism. No one can cheer up a Taurus man, when he’s down in the dumps of depression, as effortlessly as this charming lady. He could balk, if she tries to drag him into her social whirl, or expects him to blow up the printed balloons she carries in the protest parades. But he’ll be a lovable Teddy Bear when she wheedles him with her wide smile and coaxes him with her maple-sugar voice. He privately admires her intelligence, as long as she acknowledges the fact of masculine superiority. It’s a rare Bull who truly believes, in his heart, that men and women are equal in all ways. A Taurus man will be proud of the way his Libra lady manages things so smoothly. The trick is to keep him from discovering that her real talent lies in managing him.
|Taurus:||I suppose you’re thinking I need a shave. Well, I just got back from a three-day camping trip, you know, and I … …|
|Libra:||Sweetheart, I think it’s a perfectly marvelous idea! Why didn’t you tell me you had decided to grow a beard?|
|Taurus:||A beard? And look like some bum? Me? You’ve lost your senses, woman. Never!|
|Libra:||Other men might. But you’d look like one of the apostles. How long will it take to grow it completely?|
|Taurus:||I was just getting ready to sha … uh, well, it might take a few weeks, I guess. One of the apostles, huh?|
|Libra:||I think Matthew. Or maybe Mark. When did you decide to do it, darling?|
|Taurus:||Oh, you know how it is, sitting around in the woods, by the campfire. Somehow, it gives you a different perspective on things… .|
|Ruled by Venus||Ruled by Pluto|
|Symbol: The Bull||Symbols: Scorpion & Eagle|
|Night Forces—Feminine||Night Forces—Feminine|