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beccaelizabethWomen are not 'creatures'. It is not the duty of men to control these easily disturbed beings. And as an introduction, describing a woman's body ("her waist, perfection in the eyes of a man, for it occupied its natural place, it filled out its natural circle, it was visibly and delightfully undeformed by stays") and then being all surprised "The lady is ugly!" is just going to make me whap the narrator upside the head, especially when he continues:
"Her expression—bright, frank, and intelligent—appeared, while she was silent, to be altogether wanting in those feminine attractions of gentleness and pliability, without which the beauty of the handsomest woman alive is beauty incomplete."
On the other hand I've already decided I like her, moustache and all. Sadly I don't figure that for the intended effect. Apparently the mix of masculine and feminine is meant to be disturbing.
... cannot throw ebooks across the room ...
... hmmmm, maybe there's a little graphic of book flinging I could write the title on...
Honestly, it's making me want to go back to Sherlock Holmes. There's any number of women need rescuing from their male relations there too, but Holmes doesn't lech after them.
ETA: Arrgh arrgh arrgh
okay, immediately I have to stop liking her at all, look what he made her say:
"Two young ladies have been staying here, but they went away yesterday, in despair; and no wonder. All through their visit (in consequence of Mr. Fairlie's invalid condition) we produced no such convenience in the house as a flirtable, danceable, small-talkable creature of the male sex; and the consequence was, we did nothing but quarrel, especially at dinner-time. How can you expect four women to dine together alone every day, and not quarrel? We are such fools, we can't entertain each other at table. You see I don't think much of my own sex, Mr. Hartright—which will you have, tea or coffee?—no woman does think much of her own sex, although few of them confess it as freely as I do. "
Sod this, I'm going to find a different book. Where was the one someone recced about lesbian private detectives in New York...
"Her expression—bright, frank, and intelligent—appeared, while she was silent, to be altogether wanting in those feminine attractions of gentleness and pliability, without which the beauty of the handsomest woman alive is beauty incomplete."
On the other hand I've already decided I like her, moustache and all. Sadly I don't figure that for the intended effect. Apparently the mix of masculine and feminine is meant to be disturbing.
... cannot throw ebooks across the room ...
... hmmmm, maybe there's a little graphic of book flinging I could write the title on...
Honestly, it's making me want to go back to Sherlock Holmes. There's any number of women need rescuing from their male relations there too, but Holmes doesn't lech after them.
ETA: Arrgh arrgh arrgh
okay, immediately I have to stop liking her at all, look what he made her say:
"Two young ladies have been staying here, but they went away yesterday, in despair; and no wonder. All through their visit (in consequence of Mr. Fairlie's invalid condition) we produced no such convenience in the house as a flirtable, danceable, small-talkable creature of the male sex; and the consequence was, we did nothing but quarrel, especially at dinner-time. How can you expect four women to dine together alone every day, and not quarrel? We are such fools, we can't entertain each other at table. You see I don't think much of my own sex, Mr. Hartright—which will you have, tea or coffee?—no woman does think much of her own sex, although few of them confess it as freely as I do. "
Sod this, I'm going to find a different book. Where was the one someone recced about lesbian private detectives in New York...