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384 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2009
It is a truth universally acknowledged that within the hub-bub of any grand city, a pair of friends might find a quiet bubble within which to cocoon themselves from all the commotion. It is not that the walkers create, by force of concentration, such a bubble of silence to inhabit; the commotion itself creates such bubbles. Stand by a rushing brook or near the crashing ocean, and you will see bubbles. It was in one such bubble of silence that Meg and Mr Dickens found themselves. Al the way from Cheapside down Queen's Street, until they reached the docks and the Thames, Meg and Mr Dickens were able to speak, as if in private, while the river of London flowed noisily around them.
It is generally accepted of reality that there are fields of endeavour suited to the male sex and fields of endeavour suited to the female sex. It is also assumed, generally, that what men will do women ought not to do. ...
Perhaps there will come a time - can we strain our minds to imagine a future one hundred, even two hundred years hence - in which women and men will compete for the same positions of skill and adventure. But that time is not now. Now, today, 1862, in the year of our good Queen's Silver Jubilee, we assume that women will tend to the home, while men will shoulder other duties.