[Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897 by Elizabeth Cady Stanton]@TWC D-Link bookEighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897 CHAPTER III 27/28
You might argue with them all day, and you could not make them feel so small as I made that popinjay feel in one hour.
I knew 'Old Boney' would keep up with me, if he died for it, and that my escort could neither stop nor dismount, except by throwing himself from the saddle." "Oh, Madge!" I exclaimed; "what will you say when he meets you again ?" "If he complains, I will say 'the next time you ride see that you have a curb bit before starting.' Surely, a man ought to know what is necessary to manage a horse, and not expect a woman to tell him." Our lives were still further varied and intensified by the usual number of flirtations, so called, more or less lasting or evanescent, from all of which I emerged, as from my religious experiences, in a more rational frame of mind.
We had been too much in the society of boys and young gentlemen, and knew too well their real character, to idealize the sex in general.
In addition to our own observations, we had the advantage of our brother-in-law's wisdom.
Wishing to save us as long as possible from all matrimonial entanglements, he was continually unveiling those with whom he associated, and so critically portraying their intellectual and moral condition that it was quite impossible, in our most worshipful moods, to make gods of any of the sons of Adam. However, in spite of all our own experiences and of all the warning words of wisdom from those who had seen life in its many phases, we entered the charmed circle at last, all but one marrying into the legal profession, with its odious statute laws and infamous decisions.
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