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g and powdering; there’s changing from silk to lace and from lace to paduasoy; there’s being chaste year in year out。。。’ Here she tossed her foot impatiently; and showed an inch or two of calf。 A sailor on the mast; who happened to look down at the moment; started so violently that he missed his footing and only saved himself by the skin of his teeth。 ‘If the sight of my ankles means death to an honest fellow who; no doubt; has a wife and family to support; I must; in all humanity; keep them covered;’ Orlando thought。 Yet her legs were among her chiefest beauties。 And she fell to thinking what an odd pass we have e to when all a woman’s beauty has to be kept covered lest a sailor may fall from a mast–head。 ‘A pox on them!’ she said; realizing for the first time what; in other circumstances; she would have been taught as a child; that is to say; the sacred responsibilities of womanhood。
@’And that’s the last oath I shall ever be able to swear;’ she thought; ‘once I set foot on English soil。 And I shall never be able to crack a man over the head; or tell him he lies in his teeth; or draw my sword and run him through the body; or sit among my peers; or wear a coro; or walk in procession; or sentence a man to death; or lead an army; or prance down Whitehall on a charger; or wear seventy–two different medals on my breast。 All I can do; once I set foot on English soil; is to pour out tea and ask my lords how they like it。 D’you take sugar? D’you take cream?’ And mincing out the words; she was horrified to perceive how low an opinion she was forming of the other sex; the manly; to which it had once been her pride to belong—’To fall from a mast–head’; she thought; ‘because you see a woman’s ankles; to dress up like a Guy Fawkes and parade the streets; so that women may praise you; to deny a woman teaching lest she may laugh at you; to be the slave of the frailest chit in petticoats。 and yet to go about as if you were the Lords of creation。—Heavens!’ she thought; ‘what fools they make of us—what fools we are!’ And here it would seem from some ambiguity in her terms that she was censuring both sexes equally; as if she belonged to neither; and indeed; for the time being; she seemed to vacillate; she was man; she was woman; she knew the secrets; shared the weaknesses of each。 It was a most bewildering and whirligig state of mind to be in。 The forts of ignorance seemed utterly denied her。 She was a feather blown on the gale。 Thus it is no great wonder; as she pitted one sex against the other; and found each alternately full of the most deplorable infirmities; and was not sure to which she belonged—it was no great wonder that she was about to cry out that she would return to Turkey and bee a gipsy again when the anchor fell with a great splash into the sea; the sails came tumbling on deck; and she perceived (so sunk had she been in thought that she had seen nothing for several days) that the ship was anchored off the coast of Italy。 The Captain at once sent to ask the honour of her pany ashore with him in the longboat。
When she returned the next morning; she stretched herself on her couch under the awning and arranged her draperies with the greatest decorum about her ankles。
‘Ignorant and poor as we are pared with the other sex;’ she thought; continuing the sentence which she had left unfinished the other day; ‘armoured with every weapon as they are; while they debar us even from a knowledge of the alphabet’ (and from these opening words it is plain that something had happened during the night to give her a push towards the female sex; for she was speaking more as a woman speaks than as a man; yet with a sort of content after all); ‘still—they fall from the mast–head。’ Here she gave a great yawn and fell asleep。 When she woke; the ship was sailing before a fair breeze so near the shore that towns on the cliffs’ edge seemed only kept from slipping into the water by the interposition of some great rock or the twisted roots of some ancient olive tree。 The scent of oranges wafted from a million trees; heavy with the fruit; reached her on deck。 A score of blue dolphins; twisting their tails; leapt high now and again into the air。 Stretching her arms out (arms; she had learnt already; have no such fatal effects as legs); she thanked Heaven that she was not prancing down Whitehall on a warhorse; nor even sentencing a man to death。 ‘Better is it’; she thought; ‘to be clothed with poverty and ignorance; which are the dark garments of the female sex; better to leave the rule and discipline of the world to others; better be quit of martial ambition; the love of power; and all the other manly desires if so one can more fully enjoy the most exalted raptures known to the humane spirit; which are’; she said aloud; as her habit was when deeply moved; ‘contemplation; solitude; love。’
‘Praise God that I’m a woman!’ she cried; and was about to run into extreme folly—than which none is more distressing in woman or man either—of being proud of her sex; when she paused over the singular word; which; for all we can do to put it in its place; has crept in at the end of the last sentence: Love。 ‘Love;’ said Orlando。 Instantly—such is its impetuosity—love took a human shape—such is its pride。 For where other thoughts are content to remain abstract; nothing will satisfy this one but to put on flesh and blood; mantilla and petticoats; hose and jerkin。 And as all Orlando’s loves had been women; now; through the culpable laggardry of the human frame to adapt itself to convention; though she herself was a woman; it was still a woman she loved; and if the consciousness of being of the same sex had any effect at all; it was to quicken and deepen those feelings which she had had as a man。 For now a thousand hints and mysteries became plain to her that were then dark。 Now; the obscurity; which divides the sexes and lets linger innumerable impurities in its gloom; was removed; and if there is anything in what the poet says about truth and beauty; this affection gained in beauty what it lost in falsity。 At last; she cried; she knew Sasha as she was; and in the ardour of this discovery; and in the pursuit of all those treasures which were now revealed; she was so rapt and enchanted that it was as if a cannon ball had exploded at her ear when a man’s voice said; ‘Permit me; Madam;’ a man’s hand raised her to her feet; and the fingers of a man with a three–masted sailing ship tattooed on the middle finger pointed to the horizon。
‘The cliffs of England; Ma’am;’ said the Captain; and he raised the hand which had pointed at the sky to the salute。 Orlando now gave a second start; even more violent than the first。
‘Christ Jesus!’ she cried。
Happily; the sight of her native land after long absence excused both start and exclamation; or she would have been hard put to it to explain to Captain Bartolus the raging and conflicting emotions which now boiled within her。 How tell him that she; who now trembled on his arm; had been a Duke and an Ambassador? How explain to him that she; who had been lapped like a lily in folds of paduasoy; had hacked heads off; and lain with loose women among treasure sacks in the holds of pirate ships on summer nights when the tulips were abloom and the bees buzzing off Wapping Old Stairs? Not even to herself could she explain the giant start she gave; as the resolute right hand of the sea–captain indicated the cliffs of the British Islands。
‘To refuse and to yield;’ she murmured; ‘how delightful; to pursue and conquer; how august; to perceive and to reason; how sublime。’ Not one of these words so coupled together seemed to her wrong; nevertheless; as the chalky cliffs loomed nearer; she felt culpable; dishonoured; unchaste; which; for one who had never given the matter a thought; was strange。 Closer and closer they drew; till the samphire gatherers; hanging half–way down the cliff; were plain to the naked eye。 And watching them; she felt; scampering up and down within her; like some derisive ghost who in another instant will pick up her skirts and flaunt out of sight; Sasha the lost; Sasha the memory; whose reality she had proved just now so surprisingly—Sasha; she felt; mopping and mowing and making all sorts of disrespectful gestures towards the cliffs and the samphire gatherers; and when the sailors began chanting; ‘So good–bye and adieu to you; Ladies of Spain’; the words echoed in Orlando’s sad heart; and she felt that however much landing there meant fort; meant opulence; meant consequence and state (for she would doubtless pick up some noble Prince and reign; his consort; over half Yorkshire); still; if it meant conventionality; meant slavery; meant deceit; meant denying her love; fettering her limbs; pursing her lips; and restraining her tongue; then she would turn about with the ship and set sail once more for the gipsies。
Among the hurry of these thoughts; however; there now rose; like a dome of smooth; white marble; something which; whether fact or fancy; was so impressive to her fevered imagination that she settled upon it as one has seen a swarm of vibrant dragonflies alight; with apparent satisfaction; upon the glass bell which shelters some tender vegetable。 The form of it; by the hazard of fancy; recalled that earliest; most persistent memory—the man with the big forehead in Twitchett’s sitting–room; the man who sat writing; or rather looking; but certainly not at her; for he never seemed to see her poised there in all her finery; lovely boy though she must have been; she could not deny it—and whenever she thought of him; the thought spread round it; like the risen moon on turbulent waters; a sheet of silver calm。 Now her hand went to her bosom (the other was still in the Captain’s keeping); where the pages of her poem were hidden safe。 It might have been a talisman that she kept there。 The distraction of sex; which hers was; and what it meant; subsided; she thought now only of the glory of poetry; and the great lines of Marlowe; Shakespeare; Ben Jonson; Milton began booming and reverberating; as if a golden clapper beat against a golden bell in the cathedral tower which was her mind。 The truth was that the image of the marble dome which her eyes had first discovered so faintly that it suggested a poet’s forehead and thus started a flock of irrelevant ideas; was no figment; but a reality; and as the ship advanced down the Thames before a favouring gale; the image with all its associations gave place to the truth; and revealed itself as nothing more and nothing less than the dome of a vast cathedral rising among a fretwork of white spires。
‘St Paul’s;’ said Captain Bartolus; who stood by her side。 ‘The Tower of London;’ he continued。 ‘Greenwich Hospital; erected in memory of Queen Mary by her husband; his late majesty; William the Third。 Westminster Abbey。 The Houses of Parliament。’ As he spoke; each of these famous buildings rose to view。 It was a fine September morning。 A myriad of little water–craft plied from bank to bank。 Rarely has a gayer; or more interesting; spectacle presented itself to the gaze of a returned traveller。 Orlando hung over the prow; absorbed in wonder。 Her eyes had been used too long to savages and nature not to be entran
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