Liu,the farmer, sat at the door of his one-room house. It was a warmevening in late February, and in his thin body he felt the coming ofspring. How he knew that the time had now come when sap should stir intrees and life begin to move in the soil he could not have told himself.
...theopening of schools for girls, the gradual spread of co-education inpractically all universities and colleges, the entrance of women intoprofessional and even official life...The revolution is far fromcompletion; but it has already achieved in a few decades whattwenty-five centuries of Confucianist humanitarianism and twentycenturies of Buddhist mercy had never dreamed of achieving. May we notcall this a great progress?
Aneasy and elegant skepticism was the attitude expected of an educatedadult; anything might be discussed, but it was a trifle vulgar to reachvery positive conclusions. Opinions should be such as could be discussedpleasantly at dinner, not such as man would fight for.