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. . . . . entries for 19.2.08 . . . . . Hm. . . Montaigne, on the comparison of true friendship to love of a woman, or to marriage: "The normal capacity of women is, in fact, unequal to the demands of that communion and intercourse on which the sacred bond is fed; their souls do not seem firm enough to bear the strain of so hard and lasting a tie. And truly, if that were not so, if such a free and voluntary relationship could be established in which not only the soul had its perfect enjoyment, but the body took its share in the alliance also, and the whole man was engaged, then certainly it would be a fuller and more complete friendship. But there has never yet been an example of a woman's attaining to this, and the ancient schools are at one in their belief that it is denied to the female sex." This is where we came from. This is Great. All this appreciation of dead white male literature truly is enough to drive one to Wollstonecraft. Montaigne also reminds me of Hogfather, here and elsewhere: how could that which is not ever be unless we were to believe? I'm glad the acceptable social belief has changed somewhat from Michel's time, though I don't doubt that some men - maybe some women - would still agree with him.
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