What is it, then, you fear? Your
freedom? I should never interfere with that."
I shook my head. "It is not my freedom. What I fear is our lack of
sympathy with, our lack of understanding of, certain points of view.
We look at life so differently."
"But certainly a woman doesn't expect a man to think just as she
thinks, to feel as she feels, to see as she sees, nor does he expect
her to see and feel and think his way in all things. As individuals
they--"
"Of course I wouldn't expect, wouldn't want my husband to feel toward
all things as I feel. I would not want a stupid husband with no mind
of his own! You know very well it is nothing of that sort. If,
however, we cared not at all for the same sort of books; if we saw
little alike in art and literature, in music or morals, in science or
religion; if the same interests did not appeal; if to the same
impulse there was no response--we could hardly hope for genuine
comradeship. In most of those things we are together, but life is so
much bigger than things, and in our ideas of life and what to do with
it we are pretty far apart.
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