It's not the same machine.

To turn a woman on to a man's work is like trying to run an express train by clock-work, with a pendulum for a piston, and a hairspring for steam." Miss Quincey timidly hinted that the question was a large one, that there was another side to it.
"Of course there is; there are fifty sides to it; but there are too many people looking at the other forty-nine for my taste.

I loathe a crowd." Stirred by a faint _esprit de corps_ Miss Quincey asked him if he did not believe in the open door for women?
He said, "It would be kinder to shut it in their faces." She threw in a word about the women's labour market--the enormous demand.
He said that only meant that women's labour could be bought cheap and sold dear.
She sighed.
"But women must do something--surely you see the necessity ?" He groaned.
"Oh yes.

It's just the necessity that I do see--the damnable necessity.

I only protest against the preventable evil.