Professions for Women
Posted by The Visitor மேல் மே 25, 2007
இதைப் படிக்கும் போது எனக்குள் எழுந்த உணர்வுகளைச் சொல்ல வார்த்தைகள் இல்லை!
… The Angel in the House. It was she who used to come between me and my paper when I was writing reviews. It was she who bothered me and wasted my time and so tormented me that at last I killed her. You who come of a younger and happier generation may not have heard of her–you may not know what I mean by the Angel in the House. I will describe her as shortly as I can. She was intensely sympathetic. She was immensely charming. She was utterly unselfish. She excelled in the difficult arts of family life. She sacrificed herself daily. If there was chicken, she took the leg; if there was a draught she sat in it–in short she was so constituted that she never had a mind or a wish of her own, but preferred to sympathize always with the minds and wishes of others.
I think The Angel in the House still lives on in India.
Link courtesy: Brownie’s post.