I have encountered officers who believe a woman got a better assignment or somehow got over because of her sex.

You don't pilot the ship of an experimental community, a congregation of artists, social idealists, and whifty dreamers infected with some of the same kookiness that did in Brook Farm without weathering certain human squalls.

Miss Thorn began digging up the turf with her lofter: it was a painful moment for me. ¶ “You might at least have tried me, Mrs. Cooke,” I said.

I still need to prepare some slides for my presentation tomorrow.