"Your married life, my dear," she went
on, "will be what you choose to make of it. You have a husband.
Never let yourself indulge in silly repinings or ruinous longings.
Make the best of what you have. Study your husband, not
ungenerously and superciliously, but with eyes determined to see
the virtues that can be developed, the faults that can be cured,
and with eyes that will not linger on the faults that can't be
cured. Make him your constant thought and care. Never forget that
you belong to the superior sex."
"I don't feel that I do," said Margaret. "I can't help feeling
women are inferior and wishing I'd been a man."
"That is because you do not think," replied Madam Bowker
indulgently. "Children are the center of life--its purpose, its
fulfillment. All normal men and women want children above
everything else. Our only title to be here is as ancestors--to
replace ourselves with wiser and better than we. That makes woman
the superior of man; she alone has the power to give birth. Man
instinctively knows this, and it is his fear of subjection to
woman that makes him sneer at and fight against every effort to
develop her intelligence and her independence.
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