by rantywoman

There was a fashion just now, Noel complained, of writing and talking about women as if they were some separate, peculiar and rather contemptible species, instead of ordinary human beings, with ordinary human qualities…

“They’re not,” Humphrey put in, with lofty scorn. “They’re impenetrable by ideas. That means they’re animals.”

“We’re all animals, stupid,” Noel crossly returned. “Human animals. It’s people like you, Humphrey, talking that kind of muck, who invent and spread this silly myth about women.”

–Rose Macauley, Crewe Train, p. 211