Feminism -- Fiction; Political fiction, American; Socialism -- Fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
Those happy, busy, eager young things played gaily through wide ranges
of human experience; and when these emotions touched them in later
years, they were not strange and awful, but easy to understand.
In every smallest village there was a playhouse, not only in the
child-gardens, but for the older people. They each had their dramatic
company, as some used to have their bands; had their musical companies
too, and better ones.
Out of this universal use of the drama rose freely those of special
talent who made it the major business of their lives; and the higher
average everywhere gave to these greater ones the atmosphere of real
appreciation which a growing art must have.
I asked Nellie how the people managed who lived in the real
country--remote and alone.
"We don't live that way any more," she said. "Only some stubborn old
people, like Uncle Jake and Aunt Dorcas. You see the women decided that
they must live in groups to have proper industrial and educational
advantages; and they do."
"Where do the men live?" I asked grimly.
"With the women, of course--Where should they? I don't mean that a
person cannot go and live in a hut on a mountain, if he likes; we do
that in summer, very largely. It is a rest to be alone part of the time.
But living, real human living, requires a larger group than one family.
You can see the results."
I could and I did; though I would not always admit it to Nellie; and
this beautiful commonness of good music, good architecture, good
sculpture, good painting, good drama, good dancing, good literature,
impressed me increasingly. Instead of those perpendicular peaks of
isolated genius we used to have, surrounded by the ignorantly
indifferent many, and the excessively admiring few, those geniuses now
sloped gently down to the average on long graduated lines of decreasing
ability. It gave to the commonest people a possible road of upward
development, and to the most developed a path of connection with the
commonest people. The geniuses seemed to like it too. They were not so
conceited, not so disagreeable, not so lonesome.
People seemed to have a very good time, even while at work; indeed very
many found their work more fun than anything else. The abundant leisure
gave a sort of margin to life which was wholly new, to the majority at
least. It was that spare time, and the direct efforts of the government
in wholesale educational lines, which had accomplished so much in the
first ten years.
Owen reminded me of the educational vitality even of the years I knew;
of the university extension movement, the lectures in the public
schools, the push of the popular magazines; the summer schools, the
hundreds of thousands of club women, whose main effort seemed to be to
improve their minds.
"And the Press," I said--"our splendid Press."
"That was one of our worst obstacles, I'm sorry to say," he answered.
I looked at him. "Oh, go ahead, go ahead! You'll tell me the public
schools were an obstacle next."
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