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189:—

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Even love is sold.

 

Not even the intercourse of the sexes is exempt from the despotism of

positive institution. Law pretends even to govern the indisciplinable

wanderings of passion, to put fetters on the clearest deductions of

reason, and, by appeals to the will, to subdue the involuntary

affections of our nature. Love is inevitably consequent upon the

perception of loveliness. Love withers under constraint: its very

essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy,

nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited, where its

votaries live in confidence, equality, and unreserve.

 

How long then ought the sexual connection to last? what law ought to

specify the extent of the grievances which should limit its duration? A

husband and wife ought to continue so long united as they love each

other: any law which should bind them to cohabitation for one moment

after the decay of their affection would be a most intolerable tyranny,

and the most unworthy of toleration. How odious an usurpation of the

right of private judgement should that law be considered which should

make the ties of friendship indissoluble, in spite of the caprices, the

inconstancy, the fallibility, and capacity for improvement of the human

mind. And by so much would the fetters of love be heavier and more

unendurable than those of friendship, as love is more vehement and

capricious, more dependent on those delicate peculiarities of

imagination, and less capable of reduction to the ostensible merits of

the object.

 

The state of society in which we exist is a mixture of feudal savageness

and imperfect civilization. The narrow and unenlightened morality of the

Christian religion is an aggravation of these evils. It is not even

until lately that mankind have admitted that happiness is the sole end

of the science of ethics, as of all other sciences; and that the

fanatical idea of mortifying the flesh for the love of God has been

discarded. I have heard, indeed, an ignorant collegian adduce, in favour

of Christianity, its hostility to every worldly feeling! (The first

Christian emperor made a law by which seduction was punished with death;

if the female pleaded her own consent, she also was punished with death;

if the parents endeavoured to screen the criminals, they were banished

and their estates were confiscated; the slaves who might be accessory

were burned alive, or forced to swallow melted lead. The very offspring

of an illegal love were involved in the consequences of the

sentence.—Gibbon’s “Decline and Fall”, etc., volume 2, page 210. See

also, for the hatred of the primitive Christians to love and even

marriage, page 269.)

 

But if happiness be the object of morality, of all human unions and

disunions; if the worthiness of every action is to be estimated by the

quantity of pleasurable sensation it is calculated to produce, then the

connection of the sexes is so long sacred as it contributes to the

comfort of the parties, and is naturally dissolved when its evils are

greater than its benefits. There is nothing immoral in this separation.

Constancy has nothing virtuous in itself, independently of the pleasure

it confers, and partakes of the temporizing spirit of vice in proportion

as it endures tamely moral defects of magnitude in the object of its

indiscreet choice. Love is free: to promise for ever to love the same

woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed: such

a vow, in both cases, excludes us from all inquiry. The language of the

votarist is this: The woman I now love may be infinitely inferior to

many others; the creed I now profess may be a mass of errors and

absurdities; but I exclude myself from all future information as to the

amiability of the one and the truth of the other, resolving blindly, and

in spite of conviction, to adhere to them. Is this the language of

delicacy and reason? Is the love of such a frigid heart of more worth

than its belief?

 

The present system of constraint does no more, in the majority of

instances, than make hypocrites or open enemies. Persons of delicacy and

virtue, unhappily united to one whom they find it impossible to love,

spend the loveliest season of their life in unproductive efforts to

appear otherwise than they are, for the sake of the feelings of their

partner or the welfare of their mutual offspring: those of less

generosity and refinement openly avow their disappointment, and linger

out the remnant of that union, which only death can dissolve, in a state

of incurable bickering and hostility. The early education of their

children takes its colour from the squabbles of the parents; they are

nursed in a systematic school of ill-humour, violence, and falsehood.

Had they been suffered to part at the moment when indifference rendered

their union irksome, they would have been spared many years of misery:

they would have connected themselves more suitably, and would have found

that happiness in the society of more congenial partners which is for

ever denied them by the despotism of marriage. They would have been

separately useful and happy members of society, who, whilst united, were

miserable and rendered misanthropical by misery. The conviction that

wedlock is indissoluble holds out the strongest of all temptations to

the perverse: they indulge without restraint in acrimony, and all the

little tyrannies of domestic life, when they know that their victim is

without appeal. If this connection were put on a rational basis, each

would be assured that habitual ill-temper would terminate in separation,

and would check this vicious and dangerous propensity.

 

Prostitution is the legitimate offspring of marriage and its

accompanying errors. Women, for no other crime than having followed the

dictates of a natural appetite, are driven with fury from the comforts

and sympathies of society. It is less venial than murder; and the

punishment which is inflicted on her who destroys her child to escape

reproach is lighter than the life of agony and disease to which the

prostitute is irrecoverably doomed. Has a woman obeyed the impulse of

unerring nature;—society declares war against her, pitiless and eternal

war: she must be the tame slave, she must make no reprisals; theirs is

the right of persecution, hers the duty of endurance. She lives a life

of infamy: the loud and bitter laugh of scorn scares her from all

return. She dies of long and lingering disease: yet SHE is in fault, SHE

is the criminal, SHE the froward and untamable child,—and society,

forsooth, the pure and virtuous matron, who casts her as an abortion

from her undefiled bosom! Society avenges herself on the criminals of

her own creation; she is employed in anathematizing the vice to-day,

which yesterday she was the most zealous to teach. Thus is formed

one-tenth of the population of London: meanwhile the evil is twofold.

Young men, excluded by the fanatical idea of chastity from the society

of modest and accomplished women, associate with these vicious and

miserable beings, destroying thereby all those exquisite and delicate

sensibilities whose existence cold-hearted worldlings have denied;

annihilating all genuine passion, and debasing that to a selfish feeling

which is the excess of generosity and devotedness. Their body and mind

alike crumble into a hideous wreck of humanity; idiocy and disease

become perpetuated in their miserable offspring, and distant generations

suffer for the bigoted morality of their forefathers. Chastity is a

monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural

temperance even than unintellectual sensuality; it strikes at the root

of all domestic happiness, and consigns more than half of the human race

to misery, that some few may monopolize according to law. A system could

not well have been devised more studiously hostile to human happiness

than marriage.

 

I conceive that from the abolition of marriage, the fit and natural

arrangement of sexual connection would result. I by no means assert that

the intercourse would be promiscuous: on the contrary, it appears, from

the relation of parent to child, that this union is generally of long

duration, and marked above all others with generosity and self-devotion.

But this is a subject which it is perhaps premature to discuss. That

which will result from the abolition of marriage will be natural and

right; because choice and change will be exempted from restraint.

 

In fact, religion and morality, as they now stand, compose a practical

code of misery and servitude: the genius of human happiness must tear

every leaf from the accursed book of God ere man can read the

inscription on his heart. How would morality, dressed up in stiff stays

and finery, start from her own disgusting image should she look in the

mirror of nature!—