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men, that is to say, are now
writing only with the male side of their bra

London was wholly indifferent,
it appeared, to Shakespeare's plays. Nobody cared
a straw - and I do not blame them - for the future of
fiction, the death of poetry or the development by the
average woman of a prose style completely expressive of
her mind. If opinions upon any of these matters had been
chalked on the pavement, nobody would have stooped to
read them.

They tell us we mistake our sex and way;
Good breeding , fashion, dancing, dressing , play,
Are the accomplishments we should desire;
To write, or read, or think, or to enquire,
Would cloud our beauty, and exhaust our time