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Marriage Quebec-style

January 22, 2010


Here’s an amazing fact. It is illegal in Quebec for a woman to officially adopt her husband’s last name. The Canadian province is so far advanced toward a socialist definition of family it’s surprising children aren’t taken from their parents at birth.

Jean Paul writes:

Reading about the current American struggles against the Marxist-feminist agenda, may I submit some amusing tidbits from Quebec, the most socialist part of a socialist country? Your readers may find them of interest and they might be the future news for the U.S. Read More »


Romance Language

January 22, 2010


Alex A. writes:

I remember reading in your blog once or twice that women, in contrast to men, crave romance. I have some questions I’d like to ask about what women mean by “romance” because, like many other men, I just don’t get it.

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Affections Near

January 22, 2010


Andrea writes:
Several weeks ago you posted a picture of a girl kissing a doll and a wrote about the happy dream of family that is evident in house-play.  It was beautiful.  And it reminded me of a passage in Middlemarch by George Eliot and prompted me to go back and reread the novel.  Here’s the passage:
“These characteristics, fixed and unchangeable as bone in Mr. Casaubon, might have remained longer unfelt by Dorothea if she had been encouraged [by him] to pour forth her girlish and womanly feeling – if he would have held her hands between his and listened with the delight of tenderness and understanding to all the little histories which made up her experience, and would have given her the same same sort of intimacy in return, so that the past life of each could be included in their mutual knowledge and affection – or if she could have fed her affection with those childlike caresses which are the bent of every sweet woman, who has begun by showering kisses on the hard pate of her bald doll, creating a happy soul within that woodeness from the wealth of her own love.  That was Dorothea’s bent.  With all her yearning to know what was afar from her and to be widely benignant, she had ardour enough for what was near….”  (Chapt. XX)
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