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do,ā€ he should say, showing a befitting admiration for a function he could never possibly perform himself.

As it was, the situation could only be treated that way once or twice. Each time it happened there would be less triumph for the woman and less wonder for the man. Hadnā€™t she heard her mother say, before Glubbā€™s arrival, ā€œYes, damn it, Iā€™m going to have another.ā€ Then why all this flumdididdle about the little shirt or bootee hidden in a workbasket?

Still considering the stock situations, the most delightful one of all was that in which a girl was forced to confess to her husband that she had had a lover before she met him. It was full of emotional possibilities and more interesting to consider, from every standpoint, than Juneā€™s favorite romance writers ever meant it to be. At the age of twelve it was easy and interesting for June to conceive of herself facing the realization of a loss of virtue and the necessity of confessing it to a husband. At the age of eighteen, more sexless and unemotional than ever before by reason of increasing mental activity, it was harder than ever to see wherein lay the crime of love out of bounds. In all the books she readā ā€”English as well as Russian and French translationsā ā€”conventions were forgotten, love was treated aesthetically and morals, as the world knew them, ignored. It was for the weak to be uplifted or cast down by the worldā€™s opinion. In literary history people had lived as theyā€™d seen fit to live and the race had benefited by the stimulating companionships of men and women even though they rested on the basis of sex.

ā€œButā ā€”ā€ Mother Grace pointed out when once June was trying to give expression to her muddled thoughts, ā€œI donā€™t see how the convictions of genuises as to sex and life in general, affect you who have to live and work with the great mass of people in the world.ā€

But didnā€™t Mother Grace herself condemn the conventional reaction of the husband in the case of Tess of the dā€™Urbervilles? Who had been wrong in that caseā ā€”the husband for leaving Tess on the wedding night because a momentary weakness made her the victim of a man sheā€™d have to submit to even if she had struggled? Or Tess?

ā€œBut thatā€™s only a novel youā€™re talking about.ā€

Continuing her line of thought June decided that the only reason to condemn Tess was for her submitting without love. That made an unbeautiful splotch on her life. If she had loved her seducer heart and soul, however, it was still less probable that her ā€œsinā€ would have been forgiven by her husband. Why should a woman justify herself by saying it was only her body which sinned, not her soul?

Suppose she said to her husbandā ā€”ā€œYes, this man was my lover and every moment I spent with him was beautiful. The experience made me more alive to the beauty of the world and I am more human because I loved so much. But it passed. We grew past it, and now we are not lovers, but friends.ā€ June could not imagine it said without disastrous consequences.

It seemed that love with all its possibilities of bigness could not stand such a revelation. It was always demanded of a woman to say that a former lover had been just an incident, bringing no beauty or gladness into her life. This was jealousy. And when June tried to contemplate that she could not, for she could not yet realize love.

ā€œWhy is it so unusually hard for me to think straight?ā€ she demanded.

ā€œGod knows,ā€ said Mother Grace, ā€œI donā€™t. But Iā€™ll trust to your instinct not your mind, to take care of you through life.ā€ And blessing her, June went out to find a job.

At dinner time several days later she burst into the house after an afternoon in the city and told her mother with glowing eyes that she had found work to do.

ā€œEvery afternoon this week Iā€™ve taken my clippings from the school paper and the town paper and gone to newspapers. And even though I visited several every afternoon, Iā€™ve only managed to see three city editors. Those office boys are the devil to get past and I wouldnā€™t tell them I was looking for a job. I just said I wanted to see the editor on business, and didnā€™t look important enough to have business, or else the city editors were really busy, so I didnā€™t get in. I saw the editor of the Tribune and he told me I was very young and that newspapers werenā€™t the place for young girls. So did the next one. He said heā€™d never allow a daughter of his to work on a paper. I wish they wouldnā€™t be so paternal. Both of them said my stuff was good and that a country newspaper was a nice place to work and one of them even gave me the address of an agency where you can apply for work in the country. They were very nice and after I got in to see them, relaxed and chatted very affably.

ā€œAfter trying to get in on all the big papers I thought of that little labor paper that I brought home the other day. Itā€™s socialist and has most of the news of the big sheets even if it hasnā€™t the advertisement. Thatā€™s the difference in bulk, really. You didnā€™t read it and Iā€™ll get another for you. The editorials are all for labor and most of the news is written from the standpoint of the socialist.ā€

ā€œOh, June,ā€ Mother Grace protested, ā€œyou know how opposed your father is to any socialism or anarchy. He thinks reformers all foreigners or laboring men. This is much worse than it would have been if you found a job on a regular paper.ā€

ā€œItā€™s quite a respectable looking office,ā€ June assured her. ā€œIt looks like all the other newspaper offices, only smaller and all the men working there

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