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It can separate itself from the people in the street, for example, and think of itself as apart from them, at an upper window looking down on them.
Or it can think with other people spontaneously, as, for instance, in a crowd waiting to hear some piece of news read out.
The obvious reason would be that it is natural for the sexes to co-operate.
One has a profound, if irrational, instinct in favour of the theory that the union of man and woman makes for the greatest satisfaction, the most complete happiness.
Perhaps a mind that is purely masculine cannot create, any more than a mind that is purely feminine, I thought.
But it would be well to test what one meant by man-womanly, and conversely by woman-manly, by pausing and looking at a book or two.
The nonchalance of the hurrying feet would have rubbed them out in half an hour.
Again if one is a woman one is often surprised by a sudden splitting off of consciousness, say in walking down Whitehall, when from being the natural inheritor of that civilization, she becomes, on the contrary, outside of it, alien and critical.
Now it was bringing from one side of the street to the other diagonally a girl in patent leather boots, and then a young man in a maroon overcoat; it was also bringing a taxi-cab; and it brought all three together at a point directly beneath my window; where the taxi stopped; and the girl and the young man stopped; and they got into the taxi; and then the cab glided off as if it were swept on by the current elsewhere.
The sight was ordinary enough; what was strange was the rhythmical order with which my imagination had invested it; and the fact that the ordinary sight of two people getting into a cab had the power to communicate something of their own seeming satisfaction.
It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window and see what London was doing on the morning of the 26th of October 1928. Nobody cared a straw—and I do not blame them—for the future of fiction, the death of poetry or the development by the average woman of a prose style completely expressive of her mind.
If opinions upon any of these matters had been chalked on the pavement, nobody would have stooped to read them.