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Women and Gender
Love and Canoodles
Gods and Religion
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Women and Gender
Listen, little lady, it's the order of the day, I suppose that's really what so many American
women are complaining about these days: They find their lives
short on story and overburdened with epilogue. The argument in The Female Eunuch... holds that a woman has
the right to express her own sexuality; which is not at all the same thing
as the right to capitulate to male advances. The Female Eunuch
argues that the rejection of the concept of female libido as merely
responsive is essential to female liberation. This is the proposition
that was interpreted by the brain-dead hacks of Fleet Street as
"telling women to go out and do it". Some doctors really believed that est femineo generi pars una uterus omnium morborum,
"the womb is a part of every illness of the female sex". Sometimes she feels that she is being catapulted into a sort of shameful
womanhood, and resists desperately, to the point of regressing into infantile
and destructive behaviour. She may become unaccountably sullen or clumsy,
long before the approach of puberty makes such changes explicable. Many of the
changes thought to be intrinsically connected with puberty are actually connected with
the last struggles of the little girl to retain her energy. The primary
school has educated her as a person, making no distinction between boy and girl.
We may expect the conflict to arise when she moves up to the junior school to find
that, as a capitulation to womanly objections about the imposition of the masculine
model of education on to girls, she has the unenviable options of studying
dressmaking, domestic science and so forth. The bitter irony of having been
inducted into a masculine-contoured form of education is counterpointed by
the inclusion of these fatuous subjects in her regimen. Sitting in her
absurd version of masculine uniform making sponge fingers with inky hands, she
must really feel like the punching bag of civilization. A Man ought no more to value himself for being wiser than a Woman, if he owes
his Advantage to a better Education, than he ought to boast of his Courage for
beating a Man when his hands were bound. From all that has been said, it is apparent that we cannot speak of inferiority
and superiority, but only of specific differences in aptitudes and personality
between the sexes. These differences are largely the result of cultural and other
experiential factors... the overlapping in all psychologocal characteristics is
such that we need to consider men and women as individuals, rather than in terms of
group stereotypes. No men who think really deeply about women retain a high opinion of them;
men either despise women or they have never thought seriously about them. If women understand by emancipation the adoption of the masculine role then
we are lost indeed. If women can supply no counterbalance to the blindness of male
drive the aggressive society will run to its lunatic extremes at ever-escalating
speed. Who will safeguard the despised animal faculties of compassion, empathy,
innocence and sensuality?... Most women who have arrived at positions of power in
a man's world have done so by adopting masculine methods which are not incompatible
with the masquerade of femininity... It is up to women to develop a form of
genuine womanpower against which the Omnipotent Administrator in frilly knickers
cannot prevail. I am 39 and have been submitting to corporal punishment from my husband
ever since we married 15 years ago. We have both treated this matter of
punishment as a normal sort of proceeding. It was not until recently, when we
saw some letters in "Forum" that we realized there were people who had guilt
complexes about spanking their mates. If marriage were a contract with safeguards and indemnities indicated in it
it would still not provide emotional security. Its value would be that it did
not appear to provide it, so that women would not be encouraged to rely absolutely
upon a situation which had no intrinsic permanence. The housewife is an unpaid
worker in her husband's house in return for the security of being a permanent employee:
hers is the reductio ad absurdum of the case of the employee who
accepts a lower wage in return for permanence of his employment. But the lowest
paid employees can be and are laid off, and so are wives. They have no savings, no skills
which they can bargain with elsewhere, and they must bear the stigma of having
been sacked. The only alternative for the worker and the wife is to refuse to
consider the bait of security and bargain openly. To do this a woman must have a
different kind of security, the kind of personal security which enables her to
consider insecurity as freedom. The man regards her as a receptacle into which he has emptied his sperm,
a kind of human spittoon, and turns from her in disgust. The result [of the ignorance and isolation of most women] is that when wives come
along to dinner parties they pervert civilized conversation about real issues into
personal quarrels... This must not be taken to indicated that men have not their part
to play in the battle. Their tactics are condescension and patronizing of a woman's
attempts to contribute to a discussion, simple setting aside of her remarks or
ignoring them, exaggerated courtliness to other women, extravagant praise of the
cooking (for all the world as if they were constantly starved or poisoned at home),
loving mockery of the little woman and so on. Because of their winning position,
their techniques do not have to be strident or obscene or anti-social, and this fact
itself can drive a woman to madness and direct aggression. Men are the enemy in much the same way that some crazed boy in uniform was the
enemy of another like him in most respects except the uniform. One possible tactic
is to try to get the uniforms off. Women should be kept in cages. The prime responsibility of a woman is to be on earth long enough to find the best mate
for herself and conceive children who will improve the species. Averse to personal publicity, we veiled our own names under those of
Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell; the ambiguous choice being dictated by
a sort of conscientious scruple at assuming Christian names
positively masculine, while we did not like to declare ourselves women,
because---without at that time suspecting that our mode of writing and
thinking was not what is called "feminine"---we had a vague impression
that authoresses are liable to be looked on with prejudice; we had
noticed how critics sometimes use for their chastisement the weapon of
personality, and for their reward, a flattery which is not true praise. I have read about sixteen pages of your manuscript and it made me---smile. It is
clever, well observed, honest; it stands on its own feet up to a point, and yet it
is so typically feminine, by which I mean derivative and steeped in personal
resentment. Because the number of
birth-giving machines and devices is fixed, all we can ask for is for them
to do their best per head. If it's testosterone the public wants in a president, as an endocrinologist I can't recommend a 70-year-old man in the White House. They should get a 16-year-old boy instead. It seems the only thing the public doesn't want to see in a president is estrogen. Men were designed for short, nasty, brutal lives. Women are designed for long, miserable ones. Correspondent: How do you balance family with not being president? No doubt exists that research on the abilities of females has made
progress from the Victorian age when scientists argued that if women
used their brains excessively, they would impair their fertility by
draining off blood cells needed to support their menstrual cycle
(Newsweek, 1981). The younger girls interrupted each other with their questions and tumbled forward to see, touch and smell everything. The older girls, the ninth-graders, were different. They hung back. They didn't touch plants or shout out questions. They stood primly to the side, looking bored and even a little disgusted by the enthusiasm of their younger classmates. My friend asked herself, What's happened to these girls? What's gone wrong? She told me, "I wanted to shake them, to say, 'Wake up, come back. Is anybody home at your house?' " The world tells us what we are to be and shapes us by the ends it sets before us. To men it says, work. To us, it says, seem. The less a woman has in her head the lighter she is for carrying. All geniuses born women are lost to the public good. The male is by nature superior, the female, inferior; and the one rules, and the other is ruled. Do you not know that you are each an Eve? The sentence of God on this
sex of your lives in this age: the guilt must of necessity live too.
You are the devil's gateway; you are the unsealer of that
forbidden tree; you are the first deserter of the divine law;
you are she who persuaded him whom the devil was not valiant enough
to attack. You so carelessly destroyed man, God's image. On account
of your desert, even the Son of God had to die. That's sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents
just because they're a girl. Trained by long study, my well-developed brain was thrown into confusion
by contact with an inferior brain, and every attempt to bring it into tune
with my wife's gave me spasms. Man's biological function is to do; woman's is to be. If we have come to think that the nursery and the kitchen are the
natural sphere of woman, we have done so exactly as English children come
to think that a cage is the natural sphere of a parrot--because they have
never seen one anywhere else. When [William Stead] found Marie Bashkirtseff's account of herself
utterly incompatible with the account of a woman's mind given to him
by his ideal, he was confronted with the dilemma that either Marie was
not a woman or else his ideal did not correspond to nature. He
actually accepted the former alternative... "Marie," he said, "was
artist, musician, wit, philosopher, student--anything you like but a
natural woman with a heart to love, and a soul to find its supreme
satisfaction in sacrifice for lover or for child." We are out to glorify war: The first thing that strikes the careless observer is that women are
unlike men. They are the "opposite sex"--(though why "opposite" I do not
know; what is the "neighbouring sex"?). But the fundamental thing is that
women are more like men than anything else in the world. Valerie Solanas (The SCUM Manifesto) in Masculine/Feminine: Readings in Sexual Mythology and the Liberation of Women, edited by Betty Roszak and Theodore Roszak Let it all hang out. Let it seem bitchy, catty, dykey, frustrated,
crazy, Solanasesque, nutty, frigid, ridiculous, bitter, embarrassing,
man-hating, libelous, pure, unfair, envious, intuitive, low-down, stupid,
petty, liberating. We are the women that men have warned us about. Church authorities of the fifteenth century, ever on the alert for the
malevolence of the devil, used a popular handbook on the identification and
treatment of witches, the Malleus Maleficarum, in searching out evil
in the form of women. "What else is woman," says this medieval
antisubversive activities manual, "but a foe to friendship, an unescapable
punishment, a necessary evil, a natural temptation, a desirable calamity, a
domestic danger, a delectable detriment, an evil of nature painted with
fair colors?"... By mid-nineteenth century, the "evil of nature" had turned
into an object of scorn, and Schopenhauer's indictment of women as "that
undersized, narrow-shouldered, broad-hipped, and short-legged race," denied
women even their beauty, their "fair colors", along with their intellectual
capacity. And I said I wouldn't mind things changing if I became an astronaut, for
example, which is one of the biggest changes you can imagine, apart from
becoming a girl or dying. No, I'm no one's wife Programming, like chess, women, and music, has the power to make
men happy. In any case, it seems quite frequent that when there is a woman on
a programming team, she assumes the role of "team-mother"... There
have been at least several teams where one of the women was openly
referred to as the "team-mother" or "den-mother," and there is the
persistent joke in computer circles which defines "software" as "a
girl programmer." One of the classic status symbols from which programming managers
are not exempt is the secretary or the administrative assistant. The
difference between these two titles is that secretaries are always
female, and administrative assistants may be of either gender. The
prettiest secretary may be a status symbol--though an ugly one may
be taken as indicating that one's status is so high that one rates a
competent secretary. Asking for efficiency and adaptability in the same program is like
asking for a beautiful and modest wife. Although beauty and modesty
have been known to occur in the same woman, we'll probably have to
settle for one or the other. At least that's better than neither. Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by
the United States or by any state on account of sex. Kinder, Kuche, Kirche [Children, Cooking, Church] Her modesty as to her writing, her vanity as to her person, her
fears for her safety all seem to hint that what was said a short time
ago about there being no change in Orlando the man and Orlando the
woman, was ceasing to be altogether true. She was becoming a little
more modest, as women are, of her brains, and a little more vain, as
women are, of her person. Certain susceptibilities were asserting
themselves, and others were diminishing. The change of clothes had,
some philosophers will say, much to do with it. Vain trifles as they
seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than merely to
keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view
of us. For example, when Captain Bartolus saw Orlando's skirt, he had
an awning stretched for her immediately, pressed her to take another
slice of beef, and invited her to go ashore with him in the long
boat. These compliments would certainly not have been paid her had her
skirts, instead of flowing, been cut tight to her legs in the fashion
of breeches. And when we were paid compliments, it behoves us to make
some return. Orlando curtseyed; she complied; she flattered the good
man's humours as she would not have done had his neat breeches been a
woman's skirts, and his braided coat a woman's satin bodice. Thus,
there is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us and
not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but
they mould our hears, our brains, our tongues to their liking... The
man has his hand free to seize his sword; the woman must use hers to
keep the satins from slipping from her shoulders. The man looks the
world full in the face, as if it were made for his usese and fashioned
to his liking. The woman takes a sidelong glance at it, full of
subtlety, even of suspicion. Had they both worn the same clothes, it
is possible that their outlook might have been the same too. She was married, true; but if one's husband was always sailing
round Cape Horn, was it marriage? If one liked him, was it marriage?
If one liked other people, was it marriage? And finally, if one still
wished, more than anything in the whole world, to write poetry, was it
marriage? She had her doubts. ... but the truth is that when we write of a woman, everything is
out of place--culminations and perorations; the accent never falls
where it does with a man... When neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman's game is mediocre. When a woman has scholarly inclinations there is usually something
wrong with her sexually. Woman wants to become
self-reliant--and for that reason she is beginning to enlighten men
about "woman as such": this is one of the worst developments of
the general uglification of Europe. For what must these clumsy
attempts of women at scientific self-exposure bring to light! Woman
has much reason for shame; so much pedantry, superficiality,
schoolmarmishness, petty presumption, petty licentiousness and
immodesty lies concealed in woman--one only needs to study her
behavior with children!--and so far all this was at bottom best
repressed and kept under control by fear of man. Woe when "the
eternally boring in woman"--she is rich in that!--is permitted to
venture forth! When she begins to unlearn thoroughly and on principle
her prudence and art--of grace, of play, of chasing away worries, of
lightening burdens and taking things lightly--and her subtle aptitude
for agreeable desires! What inspires respect for woman, and
often enough even fear, is her
nature, which is more "natural" than man's, the genuine,
cunning suppleness of a beast of prey, the tiger's claw under the
glove, the naivete of her egoism, her uneducability and inner
wildness, the incomprehensibility, scope, and movement of her desires
and virtues-- Men have so far treated women like birds who had strayed to them
from some height: as something more refined and vulnerable, wilder,
stranger, sweeter, and more soulful--but as something one has to lock
up lest it fly away. A bird with the form of a maiden, what more exquisite! Imagine that you
have her with you. That would be Deruchette. The delicious creature! One
would be tempted to say to her, "Good-day, Mademoiselle Goldfinch." One
beholds no wings, but one hears the chirping. Sometimes she sings. By her
chatter, she is below man; by her singing, above him. There is mystery in
that song; a virgin is the envelope of an angel. When womanhood begins,
the angel departs; later on she returns, bringing a little one to the
mother. While awaiting life, she who will one day be a mother is for a
long time a child, the little girl lingers in the maiden, and is a linnet.
One thinks as one looks at her: "How amiable of her not to fly away!" The
sweet, familiar being follows its own pleasure about the house, flits from
branch to branch, that is to say, from room to room, enters, goes out,
approaches, plumes its feathers or combs its hair, makes all sorts of
little gentle noises, murmurs one knows not what ineffable thing in your
ears. It questions and is answered; one interrogates it, it chirps in
reply. One chatters with it. To chatter refreshes one after serious talk.
This being has heaven in it. It is a celestial thought mingled with your
black thought. You feel grateful to it for being so light, so fleeting, so
fugitive, so intangible, and for having the goodness not to be invisible,
when it might, so it seems, be impalpable. Here below, the beautiful is a
necessity. virago \vuh-RAH-go; vuh-RAY-go\, noun: Once immersed in the very pressing and
particular problems of domesticity, many women feel frustrated and far apart
from the great issues and stirring debate for which their education has given
them understanding and relish. Once they wrote poetry. Now it's the laundry
list. Once they discussed art and philosophy until late in the night. Now they
are so tired they fall asleep as soon as the dishes are finished. There is,
often, a sense of contraction, of closing horizons and lost opportunities. They
had hoped to play their part in the crises of the age. But what they do is wash
the diapers. She was twelve years old when she told Eddie Willers that she would run the
railroad when they grew up. She was fifteen when it occurred to her for the
first time that women did not run railroads and that people might object. To
hell with that, she thought--and never worried about it again. More speculatively, Hayden urges that "female body odors may at times
constitute a major handicap under primitive hunting conditions that
generally require approaches to within 25 m of the prey." If combat means living in a ditch, females have biological problems staying
in a ditch for thirty days because they get infections and they don't have
upper body strength. I mean, some do, but they're relatively rare. On the
other hand, men are basically little piglets, you drop them in the ditch,
they roll around in it, doesn't matter, you know. These things are very real.
On the other hand, if combat means being on an Aegis-class cruiser managing
the computer controls for twelve ships and their rockets, a female may be
again dramatically better than a male who gets very, very frustrated sitting
in a chair all the time because males are biologically driven to go out and
hunt giraffes. A spaniel, a woman and a walnut tree, the more they're beaten the better they be. The fact is, women are in chains, and their servitude is all the
more debasing because they do not realize it. Men, their rights, and nothing more; women, their rights, and nothing less. Love and Canoodles
The one dies while the other lives: Good manners and bad breath will get you nowhere. It might be very well if the Apollo Belvedere should suddenly glow all
over into life, and step forward from the pedestal with that god-like
air of his. But of the misbegotten changelings who call themselves men
and prate intolerably over dinner-tables, I never saw one who seemed worthy
to inspire love---no, nor read of any except Leonardo da Vinci and perhaps
Goethe in his youth. Men are not true to anything. They will have sex with a tree. I'm a virgin. I always have been. I think about you when I go to the bathroom. I can't tell you how many people presume that I deal in a "new etiquette" that is required because of "the new sex." The new what? I know that it is widely believed that sex was invented in 1960 by two students from Berkeley--one of whom got a B-plus in life skills; the other being a graduate student whose degree was held up while the professors tried to duplicate the research--and that it only somewhat later caught on elsewhere. But I know that sex has been with us for some time, because it just so happens that I am actually a direct descendant, on both sides of my family, from people who practiced it. The only innovation of modern times seems to be discussing one's personal dissatisfactions with it at the dinner table. Lord, give me chastity, but not yet. Okay, now let's have some fun. Let's talk
about sex. Let's talk about women. Freud said he didn't know what women
wanted. I know what women want: a whole lot of people to talk to. What do
they want to talk about? They want to talk about everything. Him that I love, I wish to be free--even from me. You know, love is a happy time all throughout the universe. It's
when the male part of the species goes to the female part of the
species and says, "Hey, you want to go on a date?" And then she would
say "Why, yes, I'd like to go on a date," if you're lucky. And then you
go to a restaurant, and she gets something called a salad, and then he
gets a big piece of beef, that he eats. And that to me, ladies and
gentlemen, is love. Kinda makes you cry, doesn't it? Gods and Religion
Yes, reason has been a part of organized religion, ever since two
nudists took dietary advice from a talking snake. High levels of organic atheism are strongly
correlated with high levels of societal health, such as low homicide rates,
low poverty rates, low infant mortality rates, and low illiteracy rates, as
well as high levels of educational attainment, per capita income, and
gender equality. Most nations characterized by high degrees of individual
and societal security have the highest rates of organic atheism, and
conversely, nations characterized by low degrees of individual and societal
security have the lowest rates of organic atheism. In some societies,
particularly Europe, atheism is growing. However, throughout much of
the world -- particularly nations with high birth rates -- atheism is barely
discernable. Carl Sagan was certainly no believer, but he once told me, "An atheist
has to know a lot more than I know." The good Christian should beware of mathematicians and all those who make
empty prophecies. The danger already exists that mathematicians have made a
covenant with the devil to darken the spirit and confine man in the bonds of Hell. Zanna (Arabic) Guesswork. Term used in the Koran for
pointless theological speculation. The account of Creation, Calvin believed, was an example of
balbutive (baby talk), which accommodated complex and
mysterious processes to the mentality of simple people so that
everybody could have faith in God. Puritanism did have a positive dimension: it gave people pride in
their work, which had hitherto been experienced as a slavery but which
was now seen as a "calling." There is a story that one day a pagan had approached [Rabbi] Hillel and
told him that he would be willing to convert to Judaism if the Master could
recite the whole of the Torah to him while he stood on one leg. Hillel
replied: "Do not do unto others as you would not have done unto you. That
is the whole of the Torah: go and learn it." "In everything do to others as you would have them do to you; for
this is the law and the prophets." Say: "We believe in God and in that which had been bestowed from on high
upon us, and in that which has been bestowed upon Abraham and Ishmael
and Isaac and Jacob and their descendants, and that which has been
vouchsafed to Moses and Jesus, and that which has been vouchsafed to
all the [other] prophets by their Sustainer: we make no distinction
between any of them. And it is unto him that we surrender
ourselves." Mrs. Peters's husband is a vicar called
the Reverend Peters, and he comes to our school sometimes to talk to us,
and I asked him where heaven was and he said, "It's not in our universe.
It's another kind of place altogether."... What was God doing before He created the world? Was he creating hell for people who asked such questions? Finally, almost as an afterthought, Marduk created humanity. He
seized Kingu (the oafish consort of Tiamat, created by her after the
defeat of Apsu), slew him and shaped the first man by mixing the
divine blood with the dust. Person man, person man The Buggre Alle This Bible was also
noteworthy for having twenty-seven verses in the third chapter of
Genesis, instead of the more usual twenty-four. Then the Lord God said, “See, the man has become like one of us, knowing good and evil; and now, he might reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever.” Whatever the misery, he could not regain contentment with a world
which, once doubted, became absurd. Aquinas lists five "proofs" for God's existence that would become immensely important in the Catholic world and would also be used by Protestants:
Karen Armstrong (A History of God)
Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on
behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy. 'It's all trivial--your grouse, my hermit, Bernard's
Byron. Comparing what we're looking for misses the point. It's wanting to
know that makes us matter. Otherwise we're going out the way we came in.
That's why you can't believe in the afterlife, Valentine. Believe in the
after, by all means, but not the life. Believe in God, the soul, the
spirit, the infinite, believe in angels if you like, but not in the great
celestial get-together for an exchange of views. If the answers are in the
back of the book I can wait, but what a drag. Better to struggle on
knowing that failure is final.' "A revolution, what does that prove? That God is hard up. He makes a
coup d'etat, because there is a solution of continuity between the
present and the future, and because he, God, is unable to join the two
ends. In fact, that confirms me in my conjectures about the condition of
Jehovah's fortune; and to see so much discomfort above and below, so much
rascality and odiousness and stinginess and distress in the heavens and on
the earth, from the bird which has not a grain of millet to me who have
not a hundred thousand livres of income, to see human destiny, which is
very much worn out, and even royal destiny, which shows the warp, witness
the Prince of Conde hung, to see winter, which is nothing but a rent in
the zenith through which the wind blows, to see so many tatters even in
the brand new purple of the morning on the tops of the hills, to see the
dew drops, those false pearls, to see the frost, that paste, to see
humanity ripped, and events patched, and so many spots on the sun, and so
many holes in the moon, to see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that
God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I feel the
pinch." O daughter Babylon, you devastator! Whoever is found will be thrust through, Samaria shall bear her guilt, If someone has a stubborn and rebellious son who will not obey his
father and mother, who does not heed them when they discipline him,
then his father and his mother shall take hold of him and bring him
out to the elders of his town at the gate of that place. They shall
say to the elders of his town, "This son of ours is stubborn and
rebellious. He will not obey us. He is a glutton and a drunkard." Then
all the men of the town shall stone him to death. So you shall purge
the evil from your midst; and all Israel will hear, and be afraid. As the siege continued, famine in Samaria became so great that a
donkey's head was sold for eighty shekels of silver, and one-fourth of
a kab of dove's dung for five shekels of silver. Now as the king of
Israel was walking on the city wall, a woman cried out to him, "Help,
my lord king!" He said, "No! Let the Lord help you. How can I help
you? From the threshing floor or from the wine press?" But then the
king asked her, "What is your complaint?" She answered, "This woman
said to me, 'Give up your son; we will eat him today, and we will eat
my son tomorrow.' So we cooked my son and ate him. The next day I said
to her, 'Give up your son and we will eat him.' But she has hidden her
son." [Elisha] went up from there to Bethel; and while he was going up on
the way, some small boys came out of the city and jeered at him,
saying, "Go away, baldhead! Go away, baldhead!" When he turned around
and saw them, he cursed them in the name of the Lord. Then two
she-bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the boys. And David gathered all the people together, and went to Rabbah, and fought against it, and took it.
And he took their king's crown from off his head, the weight whereof was a talent of gold with the precious stones: and it was set on David's head. And he brought forth the spoil of the city in great abundance.
And he brought forth the people that were therein, and put them under saws, and under harrows of iron, and under axes of iron, and made them pass through the brick-kiln: and thus did he unto all the cities of the children of Ammon. So David and all the people returned unto Jerusalem. So David gathered all the people together and went to Rabbah, and fought against it and took it.
He took the crown of Milcom from his head; the weight of it was a talent of gold, and in it was a precious stone; and it was placed on David’s head. He also brought forth the spoil of the city, a very great amount.
He brought out the people who were in it, and set them to work with saws and iron picks and iron axes, or sent them to the brickworks. Thus he did to all the cities of the Ammonites. Then David and all the people returned to Jerusalem. At midnight the Lord struck down all the firstborn in the land of
Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sat on his throne to the
firstborn of the prisoner who was in the dungeon, and all the
firstborn of the livestock. Pharaoh arose in the night, he and all his
officials and all the Egyptians; and there was a loud cry in Egypt,
for there was not a house without someone dead. That slave who knew what his master wanted, but did not prepare
himself or do what was wanted, will receive a severe beating. But the
one who did not know and did what deserved a beating will receive a
light beating. Moses became angry with the officers of the army, the commanders of
thousands and the commanders of hundreds, who had come from service in
the war. Moses said to them, "Have you allowed all the women to live?
These women here, on Balaam's advice, made the Israelites act
treacherously against the Lord in the affair of Peor, so that the
plague came among the congregation of the Lord. Now therefore, kill
every male among the little ones, and kill every woman who has known a
man by sleeping with him. But all the young girls who have not known a
man by sleeping with him, keep alive for yourselves." Then Abimelech went to Thebez, and encamped against Thebez, and
took it. But there was a strong tower within the city, and all the men
and women and all the lords of the city fled to it and shut themselves
in; and they went to the roof of the tower. Abimelech came to the
tower, and fought against it, and came near to the entrance of the
tower to burn it with fire. But a certain woman threw an upper
millstone on Abimelech's head, and crushed his skull. Immediately he
called to the young man who carried his armor and said to him, "Draw
your sword and kill me, so people will not say about me, 'A woman
killed him.'" So the young man thrust him through, and he died. Now Sarai, Abram's wife, bore him no children. She had an Egyptian
slave-girl whose name was Hagar, and Sarai said to Abram, "You see
that the Lord has prevented me from bearing children; go in to my
slave-girl; it may be that I shall obtain children by her." And Abram
listened to the voice of Sarai. So, after Abram had lived ten years
in the land of Canaan, Sarai, Abram's wife, took Hagar the Egyptian,
her slave-girl, and gave her to her husband Abram as a wife. He went
in to Hagar, and she conceived; and when she saw that she had
conceived, she looked with contempt on her mistress. Then Sarai said
to Abram, "May the wrong done to me be on you! I gave my slave-girl to
your embrace, and when she saw that she had conceived, she looked on
me with contempt. May the Lord judge between you and me!" But Abram
said to Sarai, "Your slave-girl is in your power; do to her as you
please." Then Sarai dealt harshly with her, and she ran away from
her. While they were enjoying themselves, the men of the city, a
perverse lot, surrounded the house, and started pounding on the
door. They said to the old man, the master of the house, "Bring out
the man who came into your house, so that we may have intercourse with
him." And the man, the master of the house, went out to them and said
to them, "No, my brothers, do not act so wickedly. Since this man is
my guest, do not do this vile thing. Here are my virgin daughter and
his concubine; let me bring them out now. Ravish them and do whatever
you want to them; but against this man do not do such a vile thing."
But the men would not listen to him. So the man seized his concubine,
and put her out to them. They wantonly raped her, and abused her all
through the night until the morning. And as the dawn began to break,
they let her go. As morning appeared, the woman came and fell down at
the door of the man's house where her master was, until it was
light. Some time passed. David's son Absalom had a beautiful sister whose
name was Tamar; and David's son Amnon fell in love with her. Amnon was
so tormented that he made himself ill because of his sister Tamar, for
she was a virgin and it seemed impossible to Amnon to do anything to
her. But Amnon had a friend whose name was Jonadab, the son of David's
brother Shimeah; and Jonadab was a very crafty man. He said to him, "O
son of the king, why are you so haggard morning after morning? Will
you not tell me?" Amnon said to him, "I love Tamar, my brother
Absalom's sister." Jonadab said to him, "Lie down on your bed, and
pretend to be ill; and when your father comes to see you, say to him,
'Let my sister Tamar come and give me something to eat, and prepare
the food in my sight, so that I may see it and eat it from her hand.'"
So Amnon lay down, and pretended to be ill; and when the king came to
see him, Amnon said to the king, "Please let my sister Tamar come and
make a couple of cakes in my sight, so that I may eat from her
hand." The Lord spoke to Moses, saying: Speak to Aaron and say: No one of
your offspring throughout their generations who has a blemish may
approach to offer the food of his God. For no one who has a blemish
shall draw near, one who is blind or lame, or one who has a mutilated
face or a limb too long, or one who has a broken foot or a broken
hand, or a hunchback, or a dwarf, or a man with a blemish in his eyes
or an itching disease or scabs or crushed testicles. What is the nature of the guilt that your teachers call his
Original Sin? What are the evils man acquired when he fell from a
state they consider perfection? Their myth declares that he ate the
fruit of the tree of knowledge--he acquired a mind and became a
rational being. It was the knowledge of good and evil--he became a
moral being. He was sentenced to earn his bread by his labor--he
became a productive being. He was sentenced to experience desire--he
acquired the capacity of sexual enjoyment. The evils for which they
damn him are reason, morality, creativeness, joy--all the cardinal
values of his existence. It is not his vices that their myth of man's
fall is designed to explain and condemn, it is not his errors that
they hold as his guilt, but the essence of his nature as man.
Whatever he was--that robot in the Garden of Eden, who existed without
mind, without values, without labor, without love--he was not man. Nonsense
The implantation of goat testicles in a grown man, the implantation of
goat testicles in place of ovaries in a woman--I mean, this is nutsy! Call for lethal injection boycott Male circumcision "cuts" HIV risk Let heaven and nature sin. If your pain is not relived, call your doctor. What is "stressed" spelled backwards? M&Ms---the little candy that melts your heart, but not in your hands. Holocaust comes to life in Marietta Never quote statistics because nine times out of ten they're wrong. [giving instructions on marching formations] Woodwinds! Make that circle a sphere! Sense
You cannot prevent others from having their own interests. But you can eat
their cake while they are absent from the room. War is the admission of defeat in the face of conflicting interests: by war
the issue is left to chance, and the tacit assumption that the best man will win
is not at all justified. It might equally be argued that the worst, the most
unscrupulous man will win, although history will continue the absurd game by finding
him after all the best man. The natural desire of good men is knowledge. Lo some who can call themselves nothing more than a passage for food,
producers of dung, fillers up of privies, for of them nothing else appears
in the world, nor is there any virtue in their work, for nothing of them
remains but full privies. It was funny in a painful way. God had given him the desire to be a great Natural Philosopher---then put him on earth in the midst of Newton, Hooke, and Leibniz. "We are empiricists---we scorn the Scholastic way of memorizing
old books and rejecting what is new---and that is good. But in
pinning our hopes on the Philosophick Mercury we have decided in
advance what it is that we seek to discover, and that is never right." Not evil, but longing for that which is better, more often directs the steps of the erring. Not evil, but goodness more often allures the feeling mind unused to reason. "It is a great mistake," he said, "to think that anybody is either
an angel or a devil." When Dorothy expressed an opinion that with some people
angelic tendencies were predominant, and with others diabolic tendencies, he assented;
but declared that it was not always easy to tell the one tendency from the other. This is obviously a man who does not know women to any real depth. If
you see what I am saying. Someone has defined culture as that which gives ready-made answers to the problems of life. Here is a list of topics that polite people do not bring into a
social conversation: Don't ever get angry at a man for stating the truth. It's hard to work in groups when you're omnipotent. On the other hand, it is impossible to separate a cube into two cubes,
or a biquadrate [fourth power] into two biquadrates, or generally any
power except a square into two powers with the same exponent. I have
discovered a truly marvelous proof of this which however the margin is
not large enough to contain. Because they don't know what time is. So then he tried saying the grass is green and the sky is blue and
so to propitiate the austere spirit of poetry whom still, though at a
great distance, he could not help reverencing. "The sky is blue," he
said, "the grass is green." Looking up, he saw that, on the contrary,
the sky is like the veils which a thousand Madonnas have let fall from
their hair; and the grass fleets and darkens like a flight of girls
fleeing the embraces of hairy satyrs from enchanted woods. "Upon my
word," he said (for he had fallen into the bad habit of speaking
aloud), "I don't see that one's more true than another. Both are
utterly false." And he despaired of being able to solve the problem of
what poetry is and what truth is and fell into a deep dejection. The barking of a thousand dogs sounded in her ears. Carriage wheels
rushed ceaselessly in a circle round her. Leaves sighed overhead. Now
and again a braided skirt and a pair of tight scarlet trousers crossed
the grass within a few steps of her. Once a gigantic rubber ball
bounced on the newspaper. Violets, oranges, reds, and blues broke
through the interstices of the leaves and sparkled in the emerald on
her finger. She was distracted between the two. She looked at the
paper and looked up; she looked at the sky and looked down. Life?
Literature? One to be made into the other? But how monstrously
difficult! The very fabric of life now, she thought as she rose, is magic. In
the eighteenth century, we knew how everything was done; but here I
rise through the air; I listen to voices in America; I see men
flying--but how it's done, I can't even begin to wonder. So my belief
in magic returns. Good God, it is easy to be kind, the difficulty is to be just. She said he proposed something on their wedding night that even her own brother wouldn't have suggested. Be respectful to your superiors, if you have any. |
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