Unveiling a Parallel: A RomanceJones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Science
Unveiling a Parallel: A Romance
Jones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Feminist fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopian fiction
"I would not be found here for the world!" replied Severnius. "It
would not be a disgrace, but it would be considered highly improper.
Or, to put it so that you can better understand it, it would be the
same as though they were men and we women."
"That is clear!" said I; and I pictured to myself two charming New
York girls of my acquaintance secreting themselves in a hall where we
City Guards were holding a banquet,--ye gods!
As the feast progressed, and as my senses were almost swept away by
the scent of the flowers, I sometimes half fancied that it _was_ the
City Guards who were seated at the tables.
During the first half-hour everything was carried on with great
dignity, speakers being introduced--this occurred in the interim
between courses--in proper order, and responding with graceful and
well-prepared remarks, which were suitably applauded. But after the
glasses had been emptied a time or two all around, there came a change
with which I was very familiar. Jokes abounded and jolly little songs
were sung,--O, nothing you would take exception to, you know, if they
had been men; but women! beautiful, cultivated, charming women, with
eyes like stars, with cheeks that matched the dawn, with lips that you
would have liked to kiss! And more than this: the preservers of our
ideals, the interpreters of our faith, the keepers of our consciences!
I felt as though my traditionary idols were shattered, until I
remembered that these were not my countrywomen, thank heaven!
Severnius was not at all surprised; he took it all as a matter of
course, and was chiefly concerned about how we were going to get out
of there. It was more easily accomplished than we could have imagined.
The elegant candelabra were a cunningly contrived system of electric
lights, and, as sometimes happens with us, they went out suddenly and
left the place in darkness for a few convenient seconds. "Quick, now!"
cried Severnius with a bound, and there was just time for us to make
our escape. We had barely reached the outer door when the whole
building was ablaze again.
Severnius offered no comments on the events of the evening, except to
say we were lucky to get out as we did, and of course I made none. At
my suggestion we stopped at the observatory and spent a few hours
there. Lost among the stars, my soul recovered its equilibrium. I have
found that little things cease to fret when I can lift my thoughts to
great things.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account