He points to the triviality of the things in which she can immerse herself--her fantastic and ever-changing raiment, the welter of lectures and other culture schemes which she supports, the eagerness with which she transports herself to the ends of the earth--as marks of a spirit not at home with itself, and certainly not convinced that it is going in any particular direction or that it is committed to any particular worth-while task.
Perhaps the most disturbing side of the phenomenon is that it is coincident with the emancipation of woman.

At a time when she is freer than at any other period of the world's history--save perhaps at one period in ancient Egypt--she is apparently more uneasy.
Those who do not like the exhibit are inclined to treat her as if she were a new historical type.

The reassuring fact is, that ferment of mind is no newer thing in woman than in man.

It is a human ailment.
Its attacks, however, have always been unwelcome.

Society distrusts uneasiness in sacred quarters; that is, in her established and privileged works.