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"
She
is
as
unlike
the
accepted
ideal
of
the
female
novelist
as
she
can
well
be
,
"
I
answered
,
with
a
laugh
.
"
Accepted
ideals
are
generally
mistaken
ones
,
"
--
he
observed
,
watching
me
narrowly
--
"
An
accepted
ideal
of
Divinity
in
some
church
pictures
is
an
old
man
's
face
set
in
a
triangle
.
The
accepted
ideal
of
the
devil
is
a
nondescript
creature
,
with
horns
,
hoofs
(
one
of
them
cloven
)
and
a
tail
,
as
Miss
Clare
just
now
remarked
.
The
accepted
ideal
of
beauty
is
the
Venus
de
Medicis
--
whereas
your
Lady
Sibyl
entirely
transcends
that
much
over-rated
statue
.
The
accepted
ideal
of
a
poet
is
Apollo
--
he
was
a
god
--
and
no
poet
in
the
flesh
ever
approaches
the
god-like
!
And
the
accepted
ideal
of
the
female
novelist
,
is
an
elderly
,
dowdy
,
spectacled
,
frowsy
fright
--
Mavis
Clare
does
not
fulfil
this
description
,
yet
she
is
the
author
of
'
Differences
.
'
Now
McWhing
,
who
thrashes
her
continually
in
all
the
papers
he
can
command
,
is
elderly
,
ugly
,
spectacled
and
frowsy
--
and
he
is
the
author
of
--
nothing
!
Women-authors
are
invariably
supposed
to
be
hideous
--
men-authors
for
the
most
part
are
hideous
.
But
their
hideousness
is
not
noted
or
insisted
upon
--
whereas
,
no
matter
how
good-looking
women-writers
may
be
,
they
still
pass
under
press-comment
as
frights
,
because
the
fiat
of
press-opinion
considers
they
ought
to
be
frights
,
even
if
they
are
not
.
A
pretty
authoress
is
an
offence
--
an
incongruity
--
a
something
that
neither
men
nor
women
care
about
.
Men
do
n't
care
about
her
,
because
being
clever
and
independent
,
she
does
not
often
care
about
them
--
women
do
n't
care
about
her
,
because
she
has
the
effrontery
to
combine
attractive
looks
with
intelligence
,
and
she
makes
an
awkward
rival
to
those
who
have
only
attractive
looks
without
intelligence
.
So
wags
the
world
!
--
O
wild
world
!
--
circling
through
æons
untold
--
'
Mid
fires
of
sunrise
and
sunset
--
through
flashes
of
silver
and
gold
--
Grain
of
dust
in
a
storm
--
atom
of
sand
by
the
sea
--
What
is
your
worth
,
O
world
,
to
the
Angels
of
God
and
me
!
