Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Charlotte Perkins Gilman

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Portrait of Charlotte Perkins Gilman Charlotte Perkins Gilman,  Herland — Chapter 3 (1915)

“ It was like rising up, up, up through a deep warm ocean, nearer and nearer to full light and stirring air. Or like the return to consciousness after concussion of the brain. I was once thrown from a horse while on a visit to a wild mountainous country quite new to me, and I can clearly remember the mental experience of coming back to life, through lifting veils of dream. ”
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Portrait of Charlotte Perkins Gilman Charlotte Perkins Gilman,  Herland — Chapter 3 (1915)

“ Jeff continued thoughtful. "All the same, there's something funny about it," he urged. "It isn't just that we don't see any men --but we don't see any signs of them. The--the--reaction of these women is different from any that I've ever met."
"There is something in what you say, Jeff," I agreed. "There is a different--atmosphere."
"They don't seem to notice our being men," he went on. "They treat us--well--just as they do one another. It's as if our being men was a minor incident."
I nodded. I'd noticed it myself. But Terry broke in rudely.
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Portrait of Charlotte Perkins Gilman Charlotte Perkins Gilman,  Herland — Chapter 3 (1915)

“ It was not pleasant, having them always around, but we soon got used to it.
"It's better than being physically restrained ourselves," Jeff philosophically suggested when we were alone. "They've given us a room--with no great possibility of escape--and personal liberty--heavily chaperoned. It's better than we'd have been likely to get in a man-country."
"Man-Country! Do you really believe there are no men here, you innocent? Don't you know there must be?" demanded Terry.
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