Plum: “I confess to being a woman-man and throw myself upon your mercy.”
Fairsea: “That confession is sufficient, and proves you an undesirable person to have around!”
Plum: “It will be hard to find a new job, since I have been with you for five years and must depend on your recommendation.”
Fairsea: “Knowing your nature, Plum, I could not recommend you even to shovel coal into a furnace!”
Plum: “But you have steadily advanced me for five years! Why should to-day’s discovery make any difference in your opinion of my business ability?”
Fairsea with a sneer: “An invert ought to leave brain work for others! He ought to exhaust himself on a farm from sunrise to sunset so that the psychic movings would be next to non-existent. He should pass his life in the back woods; not in a city. He has no |Bigotry Unparallelled.| right in the front ranks of civilization where his abnormality is so out of place!”
Plum: “You mean that he should commit intellectual and social suicide in obedience to the æsthetic sense of Pharisees?”
Fairsea: “Certainly! The innate feelings and the conscience, as well as the Bible, teach that the invert has no rights! I myself have only deep-rooted contempt for him! Every fibre in my body, every cell in my tissues, cries out in loud protest against him! He is the lowest of the low! I dare say that at the bottom of your heart, Plum, you are thoroughly ashamed of the confession you made a moment ago?”
Plum: “By no means. I have learned to look upon bisexuality as a scientist and a philosopher. But you have just shown yourself to be still groping in the Dark Ages.