Virginibus Puerisque, and Other PapersStevenson, Robert Louis
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Virginibus Puerisque, and Other Papers
Stevenson, Robert Louis
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Again, the husband, in these unions, is usually a man, and the wife
commonly enough a woman; and when this is the case, although it makes the
firmer marriage, a thick additional veil of misconception hangs above the
doubtful business. Women, I believe, are somewhat rarer than men; but
then, if I were a woman myself, I daresay I should hold the reverse; and
at least we all enter more or less wholly into one or other of these
camps. A man who delights women by his feminine perceptions will often
scatter his admirers by a chance explosion of the under side of man; and
the most masculine and direct of women will some day, to your dire
surprise, draw out like a telescope into successive lengths of
personation. Alas! for the man, knowing her to be at heart more candid
than himself, who shall flounder, panting, through these mazes in the
quest for truth. The proper qualities of each sex are, indeed, eternally
surprising to the other. Between the Latin and the Teuton races there
are similar divergences, not to be bridged by the most liberal sympathy.
And in the good, plain, cut-and-dry explanations of this life, which pass
current among us as the wisdom of the elders, this difficulty has been
turned with the aid of pious lies. Thus, when a young lady has angelic
features, eats nothing to speak of, plays all day long on the piano, and
sings ravishingly in church, it requires a rough infidelity, falsely
called cynicism, to believe that she may be a little devil after all.
Yet so it is: she may be a tale-bearer, a liar, and a thief; she may have
a taste for brandy, and no heart. My compliments to George Eliot for her
Rosamond Vincy; the ugly work of satire she has transmuted to the ends of
art, by the companion figure of Lydgate; and the satire was much wanted
for the education of young men. That doctrine of the excellence of
women, however chivalrous, is cowardly as well as false. It is better to
face the fact, and know, when you marry, that you take into your life a
creature of equal, if of unlike, frailties; whose weak human heart beats
no more tunefully than yours.
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