and it is upon this effect of sweet and beautiful possibilities, caught in the net of animal jealousies and thoughtless motives and ancient rigid institutions, that i would end this writing. in mary, it seems to me, i found both womanhood and fellowship, i found what many have dreamt of, love and friendship freely given, and i could do nothing but clutch at her to make her my possession. i would not permit her to live except as a part of my life. i see her now and understand her better than when she was alive, i recall things that she said and wrote and it is clear to me, clearer perhaps than it ever was to her, that she, with her resentment at being in any sense property, her self-reliant thought, her independence of standard, was the very prototype of that sister-lover who must replace the seductive and abject womanhood, owned, mastered and deceiving, who waste the world to-day. and she was owned, she was mastered, she was forced into concealment. what alternative was there for her? what alternative is there for any woman? she might perhaps have kept her freedom by some ill-paid work and at the price of every other impulse in her swift and eager nature. she might have become one of those poor neuters, an independent woman.... life was made impossible for her and she was forced to die, according to the fate of all untimely things. she was destroyed, not merely by the unconsidered, undisciplined passions of her husband and her lover, but by the vast tradition that sustains and enforces the subjugation of her sex. what i had from her, and what she was, is but a mere intimation of all that she and i might have made of each other and the world.

and perhaps in this story i have said enough for you to understand why mary has identified herself with something world-wide, has added to herself a symbolical value, and why it is i find in the whole crowded spectacle of mankind, a quality that is also hers, a sense of fine things entangled and stifled and unable to free themselves from the ancient limiting jealousies which law and custom embody. for i know that a growing multitude of men and women outwear the ancient ways. the blood-stained organized jealousies of religious intolerance, the delusions of nationality and cult and race, that black hatred which simple people and young people and common people cherish against all that is not in the likeness of themselves, cease to be the undisputed ruling forces of our collective life. we want to emancipate our lives from this slavery and these stupidities, from dull hatreds and suspicion. the ripening mind of our race tires of these boorish and brutish and childish things. a spirit that is like hers, arises and increases in human affairs, a spirit that demands freedom and gracious living as our inheritance too long deferred, and i who loved her so blindly and narrowly now love her spirit with a dawning understanding.

i will not be content with that compromise of jealousies which is the established life of humanity to-day. i give myself, and if i can i will give you, to the destruction of jealousy and of the forms and shelters and instruments of jealousy, both in my own self and in the thought and laws and usage of the world.