A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. If it hadn’t been for Professor Russell standing up for him, they say he would have had to leave. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. “Why should women be dependent on men?” she asked; and the question was at once converted into a system of variations upon the theme of “Why are things as they are?”—“Why are human beings viviparous?”—“Why are people hungry thrice a day?”—“Why does one faint at danger?” She stood for a time looking at the dry limbs and still human face of that desiccated unwrapped mummy from the very beginnings of social life.
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