As We Were Saying — Reading Companion
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They were both doubtless wily as highly civilized people are apt to be; the "serpent of old Nile" was in them both. Is it in fact till we come to mediaeval times, and the chivalric age, that women are set up as being more incomprehensible than men? That is, less logical, more whimsical, more uncertain in their mental processes? The play-writers and essayists of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries "worked" this notion continually. They always took an investigating and speculating attitude towards women, that fostered the conceit of their separateness and veiled personality. Every woman was supposed to be playing a part behind a mask. Montaigne is always investigating woman as a mystery. It is, for instance, a mystery he does not relish that, as he says, women commonly reserve the publication of their vehement affections for their husbands till they have lost them; then the woful countenance "looks not so much back as forward, and is intended rather to get a new husband than to lament the old." And he tells this story:
"When I was a boy, a very beautiful and virtuous lady who is yet living, and the widow of a prince, had, I know not what, more ornament in her dress than our laws of widowhood will well allow, which being reproached with as a great indecency, she made answer 'that it was because she was not cultivating more friendships, and would never marry again.'" This cynical view of woman, as well as the extravagantly complimentary one sometimes taken by the poets, was based upon the notion that woman was an unexplainable being. When she herself adopted the idea is uncertain. Of course all this has a very practical bearing upon modern life, the position of women in it, and the so-called reforms. If woman is so different from man, to the extent of being an unexplainable mystery, science ought to determine the exact state of the case, and ascertain if there is any remedy for it. If it is only a literary creation, we ought to know it. Science could tell, for instance, whether there is a peculiarity in the nervous system, any complications in the nervous centres, by which the telegraphic action of the will gets crossed, so that, for example, in reply to a proposal of marriage, the intended "Yes" gets delivered as "No." Is it true that the mental process in one sex is intuitive, and in the other logical, with every link necessary and visible? Is it true, as the romancers teach, that the mind in one sex acts indirectly and in the other directly, or is this indirect process only characteristic of exceptions in both sexes? Investigation ought to find this out, so that we can adjust the fit occupations for both sexes on a scientific basis. We are floundering about now in a sea of doubt. As society becomes more complicated, women will become a greater and greater mystery, or rather will be regarded so by themselves and be treated so by men.
Who can tell how much this notion of mystery in the sex stands in the way of its free advancement all along the line? Suppose the proposal were made to women to exchange being mysterious for the ballot? Would they do it? Or have they a sense of power in the possession of this conceded incomprehensibility that they would not lay down for any visible insignia of that power? And if the novelists and essayists have raised a mist about the sex, which it willingly masquerades in, is it not time that the scientists should determine whether the mystery exists in nature or only in the imagination?
THE CLOTHES OF FICTION
The opening essay, 'Rose and Chrysanthemum,' immediately establishes the Drawer's voice—a persona who 'will still bet on the rose' despite the chrysanthemum's dominance. Warner contrasts the rose's literary perfume with the chrysanthemum's showy, fashion-driven expansion, calling it 'a triumph of the gardener' that 'helps out our age of plush with a flame of color.' This sets a pattern: the Drawer uses a specific, tangible subject to launch into broader social commentary, blending humor with pointed observation.
The essay's structure—moving from a single flower to wedding customs, funerals, and even young love—shows how Warner treats the chrysanthemum as a symptom of modern life's 'conceits and fantastic unrest.' Readers should watch for this technique throughout the collection: a concrete detail becomes a lens for examining larger trends.
The Drawer's Recurring Voice and Strategy
Across the excerpts, the Drawer appears as a consistent editorial persona—wry, opinionated, and fond of mock-serious pronouncements. In 'Rose and Chrysanthemum,' he declares a bet on the rose; in 'Social Screaming,' he notes that 'the Drawer cannot do anything about it' when asked to reform society. This self-deprecating stance allows Warner to critique without seeming harsh. The Drawer often addresses readers directly, as in 'Social Clearing-House,' where he 'would like to emphasize the noble, self-sacrificing spirit of American women' before detailing the absurd burdens of visiting etiquette. This ironic praise is a hallmark of his style.
Notice how the Drawer shifts between first-person plural ('we used to say') and third-person ('the Drawer'), creating a conversational yet detached tone. He rarely offers solutions, preferring to diagnose social follies with a raised eyebrow. Readers should track how this persona evolves or remains consistent across essays.
Social Customs as Targets: From Chrysanthemums to Calling Cards
Warner's essays zero in on specific, often trivial social practices to expose deeper anxieties. The chrysanthemum represents fashion's tyranny: it 'can never be large enough nor showy enough to suit us.' Similarly, the 'Social Clearing-House' essay dissects the 'etiquette of visiting' in Washington, where women need 'a bookkeeper' just to track calls paid and due. Warner calls this 'a work which men can admire without the power to imitate,' undercutting the praise with the sheer absurdity of the system.
In 'The Loss in Civilization,' the Drawer criticizes how society treats strangers: 'the stranger, the guest, sit in helpless agony… isolated and separate, because all the talk is local and personal.' He compares this to the cruelty of 'the Sioux Indian,' a jarring analogy that underscores his point about 'a want of sympathy.' These examples show Warner using hyperbole and unexpected comparisons to make his critiques memorable.
The Role of Women and the Burden of Politeness
Women figure prominently in these excerpts, often as both victims and enforcers of social codes. In 'Social Clearing-House,' Warner praises American women's 'heroism' in bearing 'the burdens of artificial foreign usage,' but the praise is double-edged: they 'submit to them with a grace and endurance all their own.' The essay implies that women's labor—intellectual and physical—is wasted on trivialities like visiting cards. Warner even suggests that 'the monument to the women who perished in it will need to be higher than that to the Father of his Country,' a darkly comic reference to the Civil War monument in Washington.
Yet the Drawer also acknowledges women's agency: they 'represent these usages to be a burden almost intolerable' yet continue them. This tension—between critique and sympathy—runs through the collection. Readers should note how Warner balances admiration for women's capabilities with frustration at the systems they uphold.
Humor, Irony, and the Limits of Reform
Warner's humor often depends on understatement and ironic juxtaposition. In 'Social Screaming,' he notes that 'the rich are as good as anybody else, according to their lights,' then immediately undercuts this by adding that 'charity would cover a multitude of sins' if society were kinder to itself. The Drawer frequently professes helplessness: 'The Drawer cannot do anything about it. It can only ask the prayers of all good people on Christmas Day for the rich.' This mock-piety deflates any pretense of reform.
Yet the humor is not merely dismissive. Warner uses it to highlight genuine problems—the isolation of strangers, the absurdity of fashion, the exhaustion of social rituals. His essays do not propose solutions, but they sharpen the reader's eye for the 'vulgarity' that creeps into 'higher social life.' The Drawer's final note, that 'we do not have them with us always—they are here today, they are gone to Canada tomorrow,' wryly acknowledges the transient nature of wealth and fashion alike.
Reading As We Were Saying as a sequence rewards attention to the Drawer's evolving targets and tone. Each essay stands alone, but together they build a portrait of Gilded Age America obsessed with display, etiquette, and conformity. Warner's wit is sharpest when he lets a single image—a flower, a calling card, a dinner party—unfold into a broader critique. Approach these essays as conversation starters rather than arguments; the Drawer invites you to laugh, nod, and perhaps see your own social world a little more clearly.
That rainy afternoon, Warner’s As We Were Saying felt like eavesdropping on a witty neighbor’s mutterings about overblown flower arrangements and the strange loneliness of calling cards. His Drawer persona lingered, so I wandered to the shelf for something with that same unhurried, sidelong glance. There it was: On the Margin: Notes and Essays — A Closer Reading. Different pages, yes, but the same quiet company of a mind that prefers margins to headlines.
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