"The preachers and reformers and bishops and rabbis make
me sick. They rave about jazz. Jazz--the discordant note of our decadence!
Jazz--the harmonious expression of our musicless, mindless, soulless
materialism!--The idiots! If they could be women for a while they would
realize the error of their ways. But they will never, never abolish jazz--
never, for it is the grandest, the most wonderful, the most absolutely
necessary thing for women in this terrible age of smotheration."
"All right, Eleanor, we understand each other, even if we do not agree,"
said Carley. "You leave the future of women to chance, to life, to
materialism, not to their own conscious efforts. I want to leave it to free
will and idealism."
"Carley, you are getting a little beyond me," declared Eleanor, dubiously.
"What are you going to do? It all comes home to each individual woman. Her
attitude toward life."
"I'll drift along with the current, Carley, and be a good sport," replied
Eleanor, smiling.
"You don't care about the women and children of the future? You'll not deny
yourself now, and think and work, and suffer a little, in the interest of
future humanity?"
"How you put things, Carley!" exclaimed Eleanor, wearily.
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