What you want to do is to imagine every woman a
Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. ‘Let her go. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. Thankfully only the children were home, so there was
no one to take active notice that she had been
accompanied on her way home from school. This business of love is the supreme affair in life, it is the woman’s one
event and crisis that makes up for all her other restrictions, and I cower—as we
all cower—with a blushing and paralyzed mind until it overtakes me!.
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