A Vindication of the Rights of Woman with - Early Modern Texts
A Vindication of the Rights of Woman with - Early Modern Texts
A Vindication of the Rights of Woman with - Early Modern Texts
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The <strong>Rights</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Woman</strong> Mary Wollstonecraft 5: Pity bordering on contempt<br />
looks up to and shapes for itself, would elude <strong>the</strong>ir sight. ‘He<br />
who loves not his bro<strong>the</strong>r whom he hath seen, how can he<br />
love God?’ asked <strong>the</strong> wisest <strong>of</strong> men [1 John 4:20].. . . .<br />
Our trees are now allowed to spread <strong>with</strong> wild luxuriance,<br />
and we don’t expect by force to combine <strong>the</strong> majestic marks<br />
<strong>of</strong> time <strong>with</strong> youthful graces; ra<strong>the</strong>r, we wait patiently until<br />
<strong>the</strong> trees have driven <strong>the</strong>ir roots down deep and braved many<br />
a storm. Well, <strong>the</strong>n, is <strong>the</strong> mind. . . .to be treated <strong>with</strong> less<br />
respect? To argue from analogy: everything around us is<br />
in a progressive state; and when an unwelcome knowledge<br />
<strong>of</strong> life gives us a sense <strong>of</strong> having had almost enough <strong>of</strong><br />
life, and we discover by <strong>the</strong> natural course <strong>of</strong> things that<br />
everything that happens under <strong>the</strong> sun is vanity [Ecclesiastes<br />
1:14], we are drawing near to <strong>the</strong> awe-inspiring close <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
drama. The days <strong>of</strong> activity and hope are over, and as for<br />
<strong>the</strong> opportunities that our early years gave us for advancing<br />
in <strong>the</strong> scale <strong>of</strong> intelligence—we have nearly reached <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
bottom line. A knowledge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> futility <strong>of</strong> life is very useful<br />
at this late stage <strong>of</strong> our lives—or earlier, if it is obtained<br />
through experience. Useful because it is natural; but when<br />
a frail ·young, inexperienced· being is shown <strong>the</strong> follies and<br />
vices <strong>of</strong> man so as to teach him to •guard prudently against<br />
<strong>the</strong> common casualties <strong>of</strong> life by •sacrificing his heart—that’s<br />
<strong>the</strong> wisdom <strong>of</strong> this world, contrasted <strong>with</strong> <strong>the</strong> nobler fruit <strong>of</strong><br />
piety and experience.<br />
·THE BELIEF IN LIFE AFTER DEATH: ITS EFFECTS ON OUR<br />
THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS·<br />
I will venture a paradox. . . .: if men were born only to form<br />
a circle <strong>of</strong> life and death, it would be wise to take every<br />
possible step to make life happy. Moderation in every pursuit<br />
would <strong>the</strong>n be supreme wisdom; and <strong>the</strong> prudent voluptuary<br />
[= ‘<strong>the</strong> sexually energetic person who takes care <strong>of</strong> his own interests]<br />
might enjoy a degree <strong>of</strong> contentment although he didn’t<br />
cultivate his understanding or keep his heart pure. If we were<br />
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mortal, prudence would be true wisdom; or, to put <strong>the</strong> point<br />
more explicitly, prudence would yield <strong>the</strong> greatest portion<br />
<strong>of</strong> happiness, considering <strong>the</strong> whole <strong>of</strong> life; but knowledge<br />
about anything o<strong>the</strong>r than <strong>the</strong> conveniences <strong>of</strong> life would be<br />
a curse, ·or at any rate <strong>the</strong> pursuit <strong>of</strong> it would be a curse, as<br />
I now proceed to explain·.<br />
Why should we injure our health by close study? The<br />
exalted pleasure that intellectual pursuits provide would<br />
hardly compensate for <strong>the</strong> hours <strong>of</strong> exhaustion that follow,<br />
especially if we take into account <strong>the</strong> doubts and disappointments<br />
that cloud our researches. Every inquiry ends<br />
<strong>with</strong> empty hands and annoyance, because <strong>the</strong> cause that<br />
we particularly wanted to discover recedes before us as we<br />
advance, like <strong>the</strong> horizon. . . . Yet, disappointed as we are in<br />
our researches, <strong>the</strong> mind is streng<strong>the</strong>ned through exercise,<br />
perhaps becoming strong enough to comprehend <strong>the</strong> answers<br />
which, at ano<strong>the</strong>r stage <strong>of</strong> existence, it may receive to <strong>the</strong><br />
anxious questions it asked ·back in its earthly life· when<br />
<strong>the</strong> understanding <strong>with</strong> feeble wing was fluttering round <strong>the</strong><br />
visible effects ·and hoping· to dive into <strong>the</strong> hidden cause.<br />
The passions also, <strong>the</strong> winds <strong>of</strong> life, would be useless or<br />
even harmful if <strong>the</strong> substance that composes our thinking<br />
being died <strong>with</strong> our bodies. The appetites would meet all<br />
our earthly needs and would produce more moderate and<br />
permanent happiness ·than our passions do·. But <strong>the</strong><br />
powers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> soul<br />
that are <strong>of</strong> little use in this life, and probably disturb<br />
our animal pleasures even while conscious dignity<br />
makes us glory in having <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
prove that ·this· life is merely an education, a state <strong>of</strong><br />
infancy, to which <strong>the</strong> only hopes worth cherishing should<br />
not be sacrificed. The conclusion I draw from this is that<br />
we ought to have a precise idea <strong>of</strong> what we want to attain<br />
by education. •The immortality <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> soul is contradicted