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"Yes, you mean the modern feminine unrest?"
"Eleanor, I positively hate that phrase 'modern feminine unrest!' It smacks
of ultra--ultra--Oh! I don't know what. That phrase ought to be translated
by a Western acquaintance of mine--one Haze Ruff. I'd not like to hurt your
sensitive feelings with what he'd say. But this unrest means speed-mad,
excitement-mad, fad-mad, dress-mad, or I should say undress-mad, culture-
mad, and Heaven only knows what else. The women of our set are idle,
luxurious, selfish, pleasure-craving, lazy, useless, work-and-children
shirking, absolutely no good."
"Well, if we are, who's to blame?" rejoined Eleanor, spiritedly. "Now,
Carley Burch, you listen to me. I think the twentieth-century girl in
America is the most wonderful female creation of all the ages of the
universe. I admit it. That is why we are a prey to the evils attending
greatness. Listen. Here is a crying sin--an infernal paradox. Take this
twentieth-century girl, this American girl who is the finest creation of
the ages. A young and healthy girl, the most perfect type of culture
possible to the freest and greatest city on earth--New York! She holds
absolutely an unreal, untrue position in the scheme of existence.
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