When Eve Reads Milton: Undoing the Canonical Economy

Abstract

Sopwith went on talking ... The soul itself slipped through the lips in thin silver disks which dissolve in young men's minds like silver . . . manliness. He loved it. Indeed to Sopwith a man could say anything, until perhaps he'd grown old, or gone under, gone deep, when the silver disks would tinkle hollow, and the inscription read a little too simple, and the old stamp look too pure, and the impress always the same-a Greek boy's head. But he would respect still. A woman, divining the priest, would, involuntarily, despise.'