Another and a most important change which may be noted was the gradual
decline and disappearance of the passion called Love. This was once a
curious and inexplicable yearning--so much is certain--of two young
people towards each other, so that they were never content unless they
were together, and longed to live apart from the rest of the world,
each trying to make the other happier. At least, this is as I read
history. For my own part, as I was constantly occupied with Science, I
never felt this passion; or if I did, then I have quite forgotten it.
Now, at the outset people who were in love rejoiced beyond measure that
their happiness would last so long. They began, so long as the words
had any meaning, to call each other Angels, Goddesses, Divinely Fair,
possessed of every perfect gift, with other extravagancies, at the mere
recollection of which we should now blush. Presently they grew tired
of each other; they no longer lived apart from the rest of the world.
They separated; or, if they continued to walk together, it was from
force of habit. Some still continue thus to sit side by side. No new
connections were formed. People ceased desiring to make others happy,
because the State began to provide for everybody's happiness. The whole
essence of the old society was a fight. Everybody fought for existence.
Everybody trampled on the weaker. If a man loved a woman, he fought for
her as well as for himself. Love? Why, when the true principle of life
is recognized--the right of every individual to his or her share--and
that an equal share in everything--and when the continuance of life
is assured--what room is there for love? The very fact of the public
life--the constant companionship, the open mingling of women with men,
and this for year after year--the same women with the same men--has
destroyed the mystery which formerly hung about womanhood, and was in
itself the principal cause of love.
It is gone, therefore, and with it the most disturbing element of life.
Without love, without ambition, without suffering, without religion,
without quarrelling, without private rights, without rank or class,
life is calm, gentle, undisturbed. Therefore, they all sit down to
dinner in peace and contentment, every man's mind intent upon nothing
but the bill of fare.
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