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<h2> CHAPTER VIII. </h2>
<p>"And note, also, this falsehood, of which all are guilty; the way in which
marriages are made. What could there be more natural? The young girl is
marriageable, she should marry. What simpler, provided the young person is
not a monster, and men can be found with a desire to marry? Well, no, here
begins a new hypocrisy.</p>
<p>"Formerly, when the maiden arrived at a favorable age, her marriage was
arranged by her parents. That was done, that is done still, throughout
humanity, among the Chinese, the Hindoos, the Mussulmans, and among our
common people also. Things are so managed in at least ninety-nine per
cent. of the families of the entire human race.</p>
<p>"Only we riotous livers have imagined that this way was bad, and have
invented another. And this other,—what is it? It is this. The young
girls are seated, and the gentlemen walk up and down before them, as in a
bazaar, and make their choice. The maidens wait and think, but do not dare
to say: 'Take me, young man, me and not her. Look at these shoulders and
the rest.' We males walk up and down, and estimate the merchandise, and
then we discourse upon the rights of woman, upon the liberty that she
acquires, I know not how, in the theatrical halls."</p>
<p>"But what is to be done?" said I to him. "Shall the woman make the
advances?"</p>
<p>"I do not know. But, if it is a question of equality, let the equality be
complete. Though it has been found that to contract marriages through the
agency of match-makers is humiliating, it is nevertheless a thousand times
preferable to our system. There the rights and the chances are equal; here
the woman is a slave, exhibited in the market. But as she cannot bend to
her condition, or make advances herself, there begins that other and more
abominable lie which is sometimes called GOING INTO SOCIETY, sometimes
AMUSING ONE'S SELF, and which is really nothing but the hunt for a
husband.</p>
<p>"But say to a mother or to her daughter that they are engaged only in a
hunt for a husband. God! What an offence! Yet they can do nothing else,
and have nothing else to do; and the terrible feature of it all is to see
sometimes very young, poor, and innocent maidens haunted solely by such
ideas. If only, I repeat, it were done frankly; but it is always
accompanied with lies and babble of this sort:—</p>
<p>"'Ah, the descent of species! How interesting it is!'</p>
<p>"'Oh, Lily is much interested in painting.'</p>
<p>"'Shall you go to the Exposition? How charming it is!'</p>
<p>"'And the troika, and the plays, and the symphony. Ah, how adorable!'</p>
<p>"'My Lise is passionately fond of music.'</p>
<p>"'And you, why do you not share these convictions?'</p>
<p>"And through all this verbiage, all have but one single idea: 'Take me,
take my Lise. No, me! Only try!"'</p>
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