Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Insight from Dear Enemy

I've lately finished reading Dear Enemy, Jean Webster's 1915 sequel to the charming Daddy Long-Legs. It's the fictional account of a young woman recruited to run and reform an orphanage of over 100 children. I don't agree with every view expressed by Sallie McBride in her letters, but some of them are comical and others witty. Of course the concept of working with young people in an institution brings back a few memories for me, and some of the insights make 1915 feel not so very far away.

"I have just been holding an interview with a woman who wants to take a baby home to surprise her husband. I had a hard time convincing her that, since he is to support the child, it might be a delicate attention to consult him about its adoption. She argued stubbornly that it was none of his business, seeing as the onerous work of washing and dressing and training would fall upon her. I am really beginning to feel sorry for men. Some of them seem to have very few rights."

"I understand that fat men are good-natured."

"Children who have spirit enough to be bad I consider very hopeful; it's those that are good just from inertia that are discouraging."

"The more I study men, the more I realize that they are nothing in the world but boys grown too big to be spankable."

"The mere idea that you are not in a place for the rest of your life gives you an awfully unstable feeling. That's why trial marriages would never work. You've got to feel you're in a thing irrevocably and forever in order to buckle down and really put your whole mind into making it a success."

"Isn't it funny how the nicest men often choose the worst wives, and the nicest women the worst husbands? Their very niceness, I suppose, makes them blind and unsuspicious."

"I do wish that mice and snakes and toads and angleworms were not so portable. You never know what is going on in a perfectly respectable-looking child's pocket."

"Sandy is not yet out of his thirties, and, mercy! that is too early to be grown up."

"I realize that the best-equipped feminine mind in the world can't cope with the peculiar class of questions that originate in a thirteen-year boy's brain."

"The longer I live, the surer I am that character is the only thing that counts. But how on earth can you ever tell? Men are so good at talking!"

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