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Our Hideous Progeny
by C.E. McGill
"Pride, what a tricky word that was. It was pride that had turned the angels into demons, pride that had damned Babel, pride that had tempted Eve; it was the sin of believing oneself capable of great things, worthy of better. It was the worst sin a woman could commit."
"Whenever a woman without children love an animal or a cause or anything else-- anything else besides that which she ought to love the most in the world, that which she ought to spend all her days trying and longing for -- it was thought to be a substitute for what she did not have."
"My eyes - my treacherous, cowardly eyes -- brimmed with tears. I swiped them away, willing myself to push it all down, as I had always done. I would not break. I would not crumble. I would not cry."
"It was from this that Mary Elizabeth Frankenstein was born. So if you like her, if she strikes a chord, this one goes out to you: the angry women, the threatening women, the solitary and the abhorred; women with cold hearts and sharp tongues who play with fire and fall in love with monsters, women who love women, women who didn't know they were women at first but know better now, women who thought they were women but know better now. We shall be monsters, you and I."
"Whenever a woman without children love an animal or a cause or anything else-- anything else besides that which she ought to love the most in the world, that which she ought to spend all her days trying and longing for -- it was thought to be a substitute for what she did not have."
"My eyes - my treacherous, cowardly eyes -- brimmed with tears. I swiped them away, willing myself to push it all down, as I had always done. I would not break. I would not crumble. I would not cry."
"It was from this that Mary Elizabeth Frankenstein was born. So if you like her, if she strikes a chord, this one goes out to you: the angry women, the threatening women, the solitary and the abhorred; women with cold hearts and sharp tongues who play with fire and fall in love with monsters, women who love women, women who didn't know they were women at first but know better now, women who thought they were women but know better now. We shall be monsters, you and I."