Herland Part 17
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We had been very strong on this subject before we got there--in those baseless speculations of ours.
"Suppose there is a country of women only," Jeff had put it, over and over. "What'll they be like?"
And we had been c.o.c.ksure as to the inevitable limitations, the faults and vices, of a lot of women. We had expected them to be given over to what we called "feminine vanity"--"frills and furbelows," and we found they had evolved a costume more perfect than the Chinese dress, richly beautiful when so desired, always useful, of unfailing dignity and good taste.
We had expected a dull submissive monotony, and found a daring social inventiveness far beyond our own, and a mechanical and scientific development fully equal to ours.
We had expected pettiness, and found a social consciousness besides which our nations looked like quarreling children--feebleminded ones at that.
We had expected jealousy, and found a broad sisterly affection, a fair-minded intelligence, to which we could produce no parallel.
We had expected hysteria, and found a standard of health and vigor, a calmness of temper, to which the habit of profanity, for instance, was impossible to explain--we tried it.
All these things even Terry had to admit, but he still insisted that we should find out the other side pretty soon.
"It stands to reason, doesn't it?" he argued. "The whole thing's deuced unnatural--I'd say impossible if we weren't in it. And an unnatural condition's sure to have unnatural results. You'll find some awful characteristics--see if you don't! For instance--we don't know yet what they do with their criminals--their defectives--their aged. You notice we haven't seen any! There's got to be something!"
I was inclined to believe that there had to be something, so I took the bull by the horns--the cow, I should say!--and asked Somel.
"I want to find some flaw in all this perfection," I told her flatly.
"It simply isn't possible that three million people have no faults. We are trying our best to understand and learn--would you mind helping us by saying what, to your minds, are the worst qualities of this unique civilization of yours?"
We were sitting together in a shaded arbor, in one of those eating-gardens of theirs. The delicious food had been eaten, a plate of fruit still before us. We could look out on one side over a stretch of open country, quietly rich and lovely; on the other, the garden, with tables here and there, far apart enough for privacy. Let me say right here that with all their careful "balance of population" there was no crowding in this country. There was room, s.p.a.ce, a sunny breezy freedom everywhere.
Somel set her chin upon her hand, her elbow on the low wall beside her, and looked off over the fair land.
"Of course we have faults--all of us," she said. "In one way you might say that we have more than we used to--that is, our standard of perfection seems to get farther and farther away. But we are not discouraged, because our records do show gain--considerable gain.
"When we began--even with the start of one particularly n.o.ble mother--we inherited the characteristics of a long race-record behind her. And they cropped out from time to time--alarmingly. But it is--yes, quite six hundred years since we have had what you call a 'criminal.'
"We have, of course, made it our first business to train out, to breed out, when possible, the lowest types."
"Breed out?" I asked. "How could you--with parthenogenesis?"
"If the girl showing the bad qualities had still the power to appreciate social duty, we appealed to her, by that, to renounce motherhood. Some of the few worst types were, fortunately, unable to reproduce. But if the fault was in a disproportionate egotism--then the girl was sure she had the right to have children, even that hers would be better than others."
"I can see that," I said. "And then she would be likely to rear them in the same spirit."
"That we never allowed," answered Somel quietly.
"Allowed?" I queried. "Allowed a mother to rear her own children?"
"Certainly not," said Somel, "unless she was fit for that supreme task."
This was rather a blow to my previous convictions.
"But I thought motherhood was for each of you--"
"Motherhood--yes, that is, maternity, to bear a child. But education is our highest art, only allowed to our highest artists."
"Education?" I was puzzled again. "I don't mean education. I mean by motherhood not only child-bearing, but the care of babies."
"The care of babies involves education, and is entrusted only to the most fit," she repeated.
"Then you separate mother and child!" I cried in cold horror, something of Terry's feeling creeping over me, that there must be something wrong among these many virtues.
"Not usually," she patiently explained. "You see, almost every woman values her maternity above everything else. Each girl holds it close and dear, an exquisite joy, a crowning honor, the most intimate, most personal, most precious thing. That is, the child-rearing has come to be with us a culture so profoundly studied, practiced with such subtlety and skill, that the more we love our children the less we are willing to trust that process to unskilled hands--even our own."
"But a mother's love--" I ventured.
She studied my face, trying to work out a means of clear explanation.
"You told us about your dentists," she said, at length, "those quaintly specialized persons who spend their lives filling little holes in other persons' teeth--even in children's teeth sometimes."
"Yes?" I said, not getting her drift.
"Does mother-love urge mothers--with you--to fill their own children's teeth? Or to wish to?"
"Why no--of course not," I protested. "But that is a highly specialized craft. Surely the care of babies is open to any woman--any mother!"
"We do not think so," she gently replied. "Those of us who are the most highly competent fulfill that office; and a majority of our girls eagerly try for it--I a.s.sure you we have the very best."
"But the poor mother--bereaved of her baby--"
"Oh no!" she earnestly a.s.sured me. "Not in the least bereaved. It is her baby still--it is with her--she has not lost it. But she is not the only one to care for it. There are others whom she knows to be wiser. She knows it because she has studied as they did, practiced as they did, and honors their real superiority. For the child's sake, she is glad to have for it this highest care."
I was unconvinced. Besides, this was only hearsay; I had yet to see the motherhood of Herland.
CHAPTER 8. The Girls of Herland
At last Terry's ambition was realized. We were invited, always courteously and with free choice on our part, to address general audiences and cla.s.ses of girls.
I remember the first time--and how careful we were about our clothes, and our amateur barbering. Terry, in particular, was fussy to a degree about the cut of his beard, and so critical of our combined efforts, that we handed him the shears and told him to please himself. We began to rather prize those beards of ours; they were almost our sole distinction among those tall and st.u.r.dy women, with their cropped hair and s.e.xless costume. Being offered a wide selection of garments, we had chosen according to our personal taste, and were surprised to find, on meeting large audiences, that we were the most highly decorated, especially Terry.
He was a very impressive figure, his strong features softened by the somewhat longer hair--though he made me trim it as closely as I knew how; and he wore his richly embroidered tunic with its broad, loose girdle with quite a Henry V air. Jeff looked more like--well, like a Huguenot Lover; and I don't know what I looked like, only that I felt very comfortable. When I got back to our own padded armor and its starched borders I realized with acute regret how comfortable were those Herland clothes.
We scanned that audience, looking for the three bright faces we knew; but they were not to be seen. Just a mult.i.tude of girls: quiet, eager, watchful, all eyes and ears to listen and learn.
We had been urged to give, as fully as we cared to, a sort of synopsis of world history, in brief, and to answer questions.
"We are so utterly ignorant, you see," Moadine had explained to us. "We know nothing but such science as we have worked out for ourselves, just the brain work of one small half-country; and you, we gather, have helped one another all over the globe, sharing your discoveries, pooling your progress. How wonderful, how supremely beautiful your civilization must be!"
Somel gave a further suggestion.
"You do not have to begin all over again, as you did with us. We have made a sort of digest of what we have learned from you, and it has been eagerly absorbed, all over the country. Perhaps you would like to see our outline?"
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