Just think of it -- carrots, onion, turnips,
potatoes, and everything!
Isn't it frightful to think that this agitation has
spread to the vegetable kingdom?
I vowed I would never eat another potato as
long as I lived!
And, after all, what GOOD does it do -- letting the
vegetable kingdom have Sex, I mean?
Even a good thing, you know, can be carried too far.
"Mamma," I told her, "you are hopelessly behind
the times. Sex is a Great Fact. Someone must
discuss it. And who but the Leaders of Thought
are worthy to?"
I intend to say nothing more about it now -- but
when the time comes I WILL reopen my Salon.
And as far as talking about Sex is concerned --
the right sort of mind will get GOOD out of it, and
the wrong sort will get HARM.
I don't really LIKE discussions of Sex any more
than Mamma does. No really nice girl does.
But we advanced thinkers owe a duty to the race.
Not that the race is grateful. Especially the
lower classes.
It was only last week that I was endeavoring to
introduce the cook to some advanced ideas -- for her
own good, you know, and because one owes a spiritual
duty to one's servants -- and she got angry and gave notice.
The servant problem is frightful. It will have to
be taken seriously.