The Old Maids' Club

The Old Maids' Club

chapter. Page. THE OLD MAIDS' CLUB. THE ALGEBRA OF LOVE, PLUS OTHER THINGS. The Old Maids' Club was founded by Lillie Dulcimer in her sweet seventeenth year. She had always been precocious and could analyze her own sensations before she could spell. In fact she divided her time between making sensations and analyzing them. She never spoke Early Englishthe dialect which so enraged Dr. Johnsonbut, like John Stuart Mill, she wrote a classical style from childhood. She kept a diary, not necessarily as a guarantee of good faith, but for publication only. It was labelled "Lillie Day by Day," and was posted up from her fifth year. Judging by the analogy of the rest, one might construct the entry for the first day of her life. If she had been able to record her thoughts, her diary would probably have begun thus: "Sunday, September 3rd: My birthday. Wept at the sight of the world in which I was to be so miserable. The [pg10] atmosphere was so stuffynot at all pleasing to the sthetic faculties. Expected a more refined reception. A lady, to whom I had never been introduced, fondled me and addressed me as 'Petsie-tootsie-wootsie.' It appears that she is my mother, but this hardly justifies her in degrading the language of Milton and Shakespeare. Later on a man came in and kissed her. I could not help thinking that they might respect my presence; and, if they must carry on, continue to do so out of my sight as before. I understood later that I must call the stranger 'Poppy,' and that I was not to resent his familiarities, as he was very much attached to my mother by Act of Parliament. Both the man and the woman seem to arrogate to themselves a certain authority over me. How strange that two persons you have never seen before in your life should claim such rights of interference! There must be something rotten in the constitution of Society. It shall be one of my life-tasks to discover what it is. I made a light lunch off milk, but do not care for the beverage. The day passed slowly. I was dreadfully bored by the conversation in the bedroomit was so petty. I was glad when night came. O, the intolerable ennui of an English Sunday! I divine already that I am destined to go through life perpetually craving for I know not what, and that I shan't be happy till I get it." ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 45623
Author: Zangwill, Israel
Release Date: May 10, 2014
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Illustrator: Townsend, F. H. (Frederick Henry), 1868-1920