"Well, Miss Elliot, (lowering his voice,) as I was
saying we shall never agree, I suppose, upon this point. No
man and woman, would, probably. But let me observe that
all histories are against you—all stories, prose and verse. If
I had such a memory as Benwick, I could bring you fifty
quotations in a moment on my side the argument, and I do
not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not
something to say upon woman’s inconstancy. Songs and
proverbs, all talk of woman’s fickleness. But perhaps you
will say, these were all written by men.
Perhaps I shall. Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to
examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us
in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so
much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I
will not allow books to prove anything.
But how shall we prove anything?
We never shall."
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