to dig down 
deeper into the very life of the sexes to know why marriage proves so 
disastrous. 
Edward Carpenter says that behind every marriage stands the life-long 
environment of the two sexes; an environment so different from each 
other that man and woman must remain strangers. Separated by an 
insurmountable wall of superstition, custom, and habit, marriage has 
not the potentiality of developing knowledge of, and respect for, each 
other, without which every union is doomed to failure. 
Henrik Ibsen, the hater of all social shams, was probably the first to 
realize this great truth. Nora leaves her husband, not--as the stupid 
critic would have it--because she is tired of her responsibilities or feels 
the need of woman's rights, but because she has come to know that for 
eight years she had lived with a stranger and borne him children. Can 
there be anything more humiliating, more degrading than a life-long 
proximity between two strangers? No need for the woman to know 
anything of the man, save his income. As to the knowledge of the 
woman--what is there to know except that she has a pleasing 
appearance? We have not yet outgrown the theologic myth that woman 
has no soul, that she is a mere appendix to man, made out of his rib just 
for the convenience of the gentleman who was so strong that he was 
afraid of his own shadow. 
Perchance the poor quality of the material whence woman comes is 
responsible for her inferiority. At any rate, woman has no soul--what is 
there to know about her? Besides, the less soul a woman has the greater 
her asset as a wife, the more readily will she absorb herself in her 
husband. It is this slavish acquiescence to man's superiority that has 
kept the marriage institution seemingly intact for so long a period. Now 
that woman is coming into her own, now that she is actually growing 
aware of herself as a being outside of the master's grace, the sacred 
institution of marriage is gradually being undermined, and no amount 
of sentimental lamentation can stay it.
From infancy, almost, the average girl is told that marriage is her 
ultimate goal; therefore her training and education must be directed 
towards that end. Like the mute beast fattened for slaughter, she is 
prepared for that. Yet, strange to say, she is allowed to know much less 
about her function as wife and mother than the ordinary artisan of his 
trade. It is indecent and filthy for a respectable girl to know anything of 
the marital relation. Oh, for the inconsistency of respectability, that 
needs the marriage vow to turn something which is filthy into the 
purest and most sacred arrangement that none dare question or criticize. 
Yet that is exactly the attitude of the average upholder of marriage. The 
prospective wife and mother is kept in complete ignorance of her only 
asset in the competitive field--sex. Thus she enters into life-long 
relations with a man only to find herself shocked, repelled, outraged 
beyond measure by the most natural and healthy instinct, sex. It is safe 
to say that a large percentage of the unhappiness, misery, distress, and 
physical suffering of matrimony is due to the criminal ignorance in sex 
matters that is being extolled as a great virtue. Nor is it at all an 
exaggeration when I say that more than one home has been broken up 
because of this deplorable fact. 
If, however, woman is free and big enough to learn the mystery of sex 
without the sanction of State or Church, she will stand condemned as 
utterly unfit to become the wife of a "good" man, his goodness 
consisting of an empty brain and plenty of money. Can there be 
anything more outrageous than the idea that a healthy, grown woman, 
full of life and passion, must deny nature's demand, must subdue her 
most intense craving, undermine her health and break her spirit, must 
stunt her vision, abstain from the depth and glory of sex experience 
until a "good" man comes along to take her unto himself as a wife? 
That is precisely what marriage means. How can such an arrangement 
end except in failure? This is one, though not the least important, factor 
of marriage, which differentiates it from love. 
Ours is a practical age. The time when Romeo and Juliet risked the 
wrath of their fathers for love, when Gretchen exposed herself to the 
gossip of her neighbors for love, is no more. If, on rare occasions, 
young people allow themselves the luxury of romance, they are taken
in care by the elders, drilled and pounded until they become "sensible." 
The moral lesson instilled in the girl is not whether the man has 
aroused her love, but rather is it, "How much?" The important and only 
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