Sublime

Moreover, Harriet Stowe had made a black man her hero, and she took his race seriously, and no American writer had done that before. The fundamental fault, she fervently held, was with the system. Every white American was guilty, the Northerner no less than the slaveholder, especially the churchgoing kind, her kind.

“I had much rather starve in England, a free woman than be a slave for the best man that ever breathed upon the American continent.”

Here goes for Herland!"

fair land—let's call it 'Feminisia,'"

"But they look—why, this is a CIVILIZED country!" I protested. "There must be men."

we knew, that in any "whole" country we should never have been as forgivingly treated as we had been here.