The Restless Sex

by Robert W. Chambers

When Stephanie was eighteen and Jim was a novelist of some promise he was able to discourse at length on women and their feminist business, their intrusion into men's affairs, and their fidgety dissatisfaction with a perfectly good civilization. But later, when he was desperately in love with Stephanie and she was bound to another man by the mockery of a trial marriage, he admitted frankly, "I don't understand women. I write about them."

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