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The Story of an African Farm, a novel by Olive Schreiner
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choice wines with the lip of a connoisseur, and tastes delicate dishes with
a delicate palate, and with a satisfaction of which the Hottentot knows
nothing. Heavy jaw and sloping forehead--all have gone with increasing
intellect; but the animal appetites are there still--refined,
discriminative, but immeasurably intensified. Fools! Before men forgave
or worshipped, while they were weak on their hind legs, did they not eat
and drink, and fight for wives? When all the latter additions to humanity
have vanished, will not the foundation on which they are built remain?"

She was silent then for a while, and said somewhat dreamily, more as though
speaking to herself than to him,

"They ask, What will you gain, even if man does not become extinct?--you
will have brought justice and equality on to the earth, and sent love from
it. When men and women are equals they will love no more. Your highly-
cultured women will not be lovable, will not love.

"Do they see nothing, understand nothing? It is Tant Sannie who buries
husbands one after another, and folds her hands resignedly,--'The Lord
gave, and the Lord hath taken away, and blessed be the name of the Lord,'--
and she looks for another. It is the hard-headed, deep thinker who, when
the wife who has thought and worked with him goes, can find no rest, and
lingers near her till he finds sleep beside her.

"A great soul draws and is drawn with a more fierce intensity than any
small one. By every inch we grow in intellectual height our love strikes
down its roots deeper, and spreads out its arms wider. It is for love's
sake yet more than for any other that we look for that new time."

She had leaned her head against the stones, and watched with her sad, soft
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