The Paradox of the Auburn-Herit Poet

The Auburn-Herit poet was the hero of one particular evening, still vaguely remembered in the locality. He seemed like a walking blasphemy, a blend of angel and the ape. On many nights, those passing by his little back garden might hear his high, didactic voice laying down the law to men,. The attitude of women in such cases was indeed one of the paradoxes of the place. Most of the women were of the kind vaguely called emancipated and professed some protest against male supremacy. Yet these new women would always pay to a man to extravagant compliment which no ordinary woman ever pays to him - listening while he is talking.