You Never Can Tell by George Bernard Shaw
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page 109 of 166 (65%)
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VALENTINE. Of course not. Now what happens in the duel of sex? The old fashioned mother received an old fashioned education to protect her against the wiles of man. Well, you know the result: the old fashioned man got round her. The old fashioned woman resolved to protect her daughter more effectually---to find some armor too strong for the old fashioned man. So she gave her daughter a scientific education---your plan. That was a corker for the old fashioned man: he said it wasn't fair---unwomanly and all the rest of it. But that didn't do him any good. So he had to give up his old fashioned plan of attack---you know- --going down on his knees and swearing to love, honor and obey, and so on. MRS. CLANDON. Excuse me: that was what the woman swore. VALENTINE. Was it? Ah, perhaps you're right---yes: of course it was. Well, what did the man do? Just what the artillery man does--- went one better than the woman---educated himself scientifically and beat her at that game just as he had beaten her at the old game. I learnt how to circumvent the Women's Rights woman before I was twenty- three: it's all been found out long ago. You see, my methods are thoroughly modern. MRS. CLANDON (with quiet disgust). No doubt. VALENTINE. But for that very reason there's one sort of girl against whom they are of no use. MRS. CLANDON. Pray which sort? |
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