This kind of single woman fulfills more or less the office of family
provider just as she also is always ready with word and deed in circles
of friends and comrades. These women are so engrossed that the time of
love, sometimes love itself, passes them by without their observing it.
Their youth flees and they feel with sadness that their woman’s life is
unlived. But they persuade themselves that they have had enough in their
work, that many little joys can take the place of great happiness. And
they believe this as truly as the infant believes he is satisfied when
he sucks his own thumb. But some of these women acknowledge perhaps,
when they have passed the fifties, that they were often tempted to call
out to the first best man, “Give me a child.” Sometimes it happens that
in their last youth they appease their mother longing by adopting a
foster child; sometimes they still this longing by a child of their own,
from a love relation or a marriage. This late and uncertain happiness is
often made possible exactly through their work. And then, if not
earlier, they bless this work which gives them the economic possibility,
and thereby also the courage, for this hazardous adventure.
More frequent than these are the cases however where single women, who
have passed their first youth, find in friendship for another woman a
valve for their, in great part, unused feelings. In some natures this
friendship will be jealous and exacting, in others true and devoted. I
wish to emphasise that I speak here of entirely _natural spiritual
conditions_. There is to-day much talk about “Sapphic” women; and it is
even possible that they exist in that impure form which men imagine. I
have never met them, presumably because we rarely meet in life those
with whom no fibre of our being has any affinity. But I have often
observed that the spiritually refined women of our time, just as
formerly the spiritually refined men of Hellas, find most easily in
their own sex the qualities which set their spiritual life in the finest
vibration of admiration, inspiration, sympathy and adoration.
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