Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“I see I must defend my sex,” said the doctor, with mock gravity. “Now
we do not feed you on dry husks, but we assume to know what is best for
you. Are we not your heaven-appointed keepers? You would live forever on
ambrosia, and that is not good for the constitution as a regular diet;
besides the supply is limited, I am sorry to say. The truth is, dear
ladies—I am serious now—you women have not yet found the secret of your
power. What we call the material forces, in the beginning rule the
world. Man gains his freedom first, then women, then children. Women are
not free yet. They should be independent, should travel, mix with the
world, conduct enterprises, and never be forced to marry from any
pecuniary motives. That is the way the ‘statelier Eden’ is coming back
to man. Man cannot be happy, and morally strong, until women have worked
out their social salvation. No one should stake everything on the throw
of a die. Women do that, and are taught that it is wise. They keep their
interests narrowed to a point, and what with petty household cares and
‘tying baby sashes,’ as Mrs. Browning says, they cease to grow, except
in one direction. They live as though they had but one organ, and that
the heart; figuratively speaking, I mean,” added the anatomist. “This is
their fate when they are sensitive and emotional. When they are colder
in temperament, they gangrene with social ambition; spend their lives in
scheming to out-do their neighbors in fashion and display. This would
not be possible if they had other resources, but they have not; because
at the start, they have no education to speak of, and few are interested
in any literature but that of novels and romances, which they waste time
over without much discrimination. Good Lord! what an amount of trash
they wade through! But then, very few people have the culture implied in
the art of getting the nuts out of a book without swallowing husk and
all. It is one of the last things learned by the student, and women are
rarely students.”
“So, in the end,” said Mrs. Buzzell, “man, mixing with the world and
interesting his mind with politics and science, finds his intellectual
needs supplied outside of home. Well, he has _other_ needs.”
“Yes, certainly. Home is the nucleus of all his affections; and because
it is the nucleus or centre, it should include the possibilities of
answering to the greater part of his needs. The woman who responds most
fully to a man’s various attractions, will keep his love fresh the
longest; but when she can respond to little else except his desire to be
petted and caressed, she is in danger of responding too fully to that,
and so clogs his appetite with her very sweetness.”
“Women learn this,” said Susie, “and that is why so many become
heartless flirts. Who can wonder?”
“That is true of some very lovely women; but not of the finest, Susie.
It would not be possible to you, nor to Clara.”
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