My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
THE UNIVERSAL EMPYREAN HARMONIAD,
BEING
_An Exposition of the Dual Triplicate
Conglomeration of the Infinite_.
There, now, is a book for you.
'Dacia was in high spirits, jaunty as ever, and informed me that the
millennium was a-coming straight along, and favored me with her views of
how they intended to manage things in the good time.
The great mischief at present, she informs me, lies in _possessive
pronouns_, which they intend to abolish. There isn't to be any _my_ or
_thy_. Everybody is to have everything just the minute they happen to
want it, and everybody else is to let 'em. Marriage is an old effete
institution, a relic of barbarous ages. There is to be no _my_ of
husband and wife, and no _my_ of children. The State is to raise all the
children as they do turnips in great institutions, and they are to
belong to everybody. Love, she informed me, in those delightful days is
to be free as air; everybody to do exactly as they've a mind to; a
privilege she remarked that she took now as her right. "If I see a man
that pleases me," said she, "I shall not ask Priest or Levitt for leave
to have him." This was declared with so martial an air that I shrank a
little, but she relieved me by saying, "You needn't be frightened. I
don't want _you_. You wouldn't suit me. All I want of you is your
money." Whereat she came down to business again.
The book she informed me was every word of it dictated by spirits while
she was in the trance state, and was composed conjointly by Socrates,
St. Paul, Ching Ling, and Jim Crow, representing different races of the
earth and states of progression. From some specimens of the style which
she read to me, I was led to hope that we might all live as long as
possible, if that sort of thing is what we are coming to after death.
Well, it was all funny and entertaining enough to hear her go on, but
when it came to buying the book and planking the V, I flunked. Told
'Dacia I couldn't encourage her in possessive pronouns, that she had no
more right to the book than I had, that truth was a universal
birthright, and so the truths in that book were mine as much as hers,
and as I needed a V more than she did I proposed she should buy the
book of me. She didn't see it in that light, and we had high words in
consequence, and she poured down on me like a thousand of brick, and so
I coolly walked down stairs, telling her when she had done scolding to
shut the door.
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