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The Story of an African Farm, a novel by Olive Schreiner
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the one window through which we see into the great world of earnest labour.
The meanest girl who dances and dresses becomes something higher when her
children look up into her face and ask her questions. It is the only
education we have and which they cannot take from us."

She smiled slightly. "They say that we complain of woman's being compelled
to look upon marriage as a profession; but that she is free to enter upon
it or leave it, as she pleases.

"Yes--and a cat set afloat in a pond is free to sit in the tub till it dies
there, it is under no obligation to wet its feet; and a drowning man may
catch at a straw or not, just as he likes--it is a glorious liberty! Let
any man think for five minutes of what old maidenhood means to a woman--and
then let him be silent. Is it easy to bear through life a name that in
itself signifies defeat? to dwell, as nine out of ten unmarried women must,
under the finger of another woman? Is it easy to look forward to an old
age without honour, without the reward of useful labour, without love? I
wonder how many men there are who would give up everything that is dear in
life for the sake of maintaining a high ideal purity."

She laughed a little laugh that was clear without being pleasant.

"And then, when they have no other argument against us, they say, 'Go on;
but when you have made woman what you wish, and her children inherit her
culture, you will defeat yourself. Man will gradually become extinct from
excess of intellect, the passions which replenish the race will die.'
Fools!" she said, curling her pretty lip. "A Hottentot sits at the
roadside and feeds on a rotten bone he has found there, and takes out his
bottle of Cape-smoke and swills at it, and grunts with satisfaction; and
the cultured child of the nineteenth century sits in his armchair, and sips
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