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reason and your
emotions are not in harmony on that subject. Eh? So far as Tommy
Ashe goes, your mind and your body pull you two different ways."
She looked at him a little more keenly.
"Perhaps," she said. "I know what you mean. But I don't clearly see
why it should be so. Either I love Tommy Ashe, or I don't, and I should
know which, shouldn't I? The first and most violent manifestation of
love is mostly physical, isn't it? I've always understood that. You've
pointed it out. I do like Tommy. Why should my mind act as a brake on
my feelings?"
"Because you happen to be made the way you are," Carr returned

thoughtfully. "As I've told you a good many times, you've grown up a
good deal different from the common run of girls. We've been isolated.
Lacking the time-occupying distractions and pleasures of youth in a
more liberal environment, Sophie, you've been thrown back on yourself
and me and books, and as a result you've cultivated a natural tendency
to think. Most young women don't. They're seldom taught any rational
process of arriving at conclusions. You have developed that faculty. It
has been my pride and pleasure to cultivate in you what I believed to be
a decided mentality. I've tried to show you how to get down to
fundamentals, to work out a philosophy of life that's really workable.
Knowledge is worth having for its own sake. Once you find yourself in
contact with the world--and for you that time is bound to come--you'll
apply all the knowledge you've absorbed to problems as they arise. If
there's a rational solution to any situation that faces you, you'll make an
effort to find that solution. You'll do it almost instinctively. You can't
help it. Your brain is too alert ever to let you act blindly. At the present
your lack of experience probably handicaps you a little. In human
relations you have nothing much but theory, got from the books you've
digested and the way we've always discussed every possible angle of
life. Take Tommy Ashe. He's practically the first young, attractive
white man you've ever met, the very first possibility as a lover.
Tommy's a nice boy, a pleasant, sunny-natured young fellow.
Personally he's just the sort of fellow that would sweep a simple
country girl clean off her feet. With you, your mind, as you just put it,
acts as a brake on your feelings. Can't you guess why?"
"No," she said quietly. "I can't. I don't understand myself and my shifts
of feeling. It makes me miserable."
"Look here, Sophie girl," Carr reached over and taking her by the hand
drew her up on the low arm of his chair, "you're asking yourself a more
or less important question directly, and you're asking it of me indirectly.
Maybe I can help you. At least I can tell how I see it. You have all your
life before you. You want to be happy. That's a universal human
attribute. Sometime or other you're going to mate with a man. That too
is a universal experience. Ordinary mating is based on sex instinct.
Love is mostly an emotional disturbance generated by natural causes

for profoundly natural and important ends. But marriage and the
intimate associations of married life require something more substantial
than a mere flare-up of animal instinct. Lots of men and women aren't
capable of anything else, and consequently they make the best of what's
in them. But there are natures far more complex. You, Sophie, are one
of those complex natures. With you, a union based on sex alone
wouldn't survive six months. Now, in this particular case, leaving out
the fact that you can't compare Tommy Ashe with any other man,
because you don't know any other man, can you conceive yourself
living in a tolerable state of contentment with Tommy if, say, you didn't
feel any more passion for him than you feel for, say, old Standing Wolf
over there?"
"But that's absurd," the girl declared. "Because I have got that feeling
for Tommy Ashe, and therefore I can't imagine myself in any other
state. I can't look at it the cold-blooded way you do, Daddy dear."
"I'm stating a hypothetical case," Carr went on patiently. "You do now.
We'll take that for granted. Would you still have anything fundamental
in common with Tommy with that part left out? Suppose you got so
you didn't care whether he kissed you or not? Suppose it were no
longer a physical pleasure just to be near him. Would you enjoy his
daily and hourly presence then, in the most intimate relation a man and
a woman can hold to each other?"
"Why, I wouldn't live with him at all," the girl said