Blue Stockings - Mrs. Blake Flashcards
NARRATOR: In the halls of Girton College…And yet, as these young women assemble in Miss Blake’s classroom, they must ask themselves: Is happiness found in knowledge, or in conformity?
Well, how are we feeling? Full of joys of youth?
ALL: Yes ma’am.
Happy to be here?
TESS: Yes ma’am.
Why?
TESS: Sorry, ma’am?
Why does being here, in my classroom, make you happy?
TESS: I’ve not studied moral science before.
So happiness is knowledge, is it? Who said that?
CAROLYN: Greek restaurant. Inscribed on a plate in the wall.
Perhaps we should aim for more scholarly citations. Is Socrates right? Is happiness knowledge? Miss Moffat, convince us. Pretend we’re parliament debating your future.
…
Go on. Convince me.
TESS: “Knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.” Shakespeare.
Too slow. Someone else.
CAROLYN: A monk once told me, “He who knows himself is happy.” Lao Tzu.
And do you know yourself?
CAROLYN: Yes, ma’am.
How very certain you are.
CELIA: Ma’am, Francis Bacon said happiness is power.
Well if that’s true, Queen Victoria must be the happiest woman in England.
CAROLYN: Not with that dress sense.
Valid point. But what is you had to choose? Love or knowledge? Miss Moffat?
TESS: I… I wouldn’t want to choose.
But I had to. Choose.
CAROLYN: Most women would choose a family.
But you’re not most women.
CAROLYN: How would an orchard make you happy?
It would of you were Isaac Newton. Mrs. Willbond, you’re a cynic.
CELIA: I’m not, ma’am.
Diogenes lived in a barrel, preached simplicity, and believed in living according to nature.
CELIA: With no clothes on?
He didn’t believe in material things.
MAEVE: You know nothing.
Miss Sullivan?
MAEVE: You know nothing about it…‘The mind, like it’s creator, is free.’ John Clare.
Well, Miss Addison? You know your leagues behind the men.
TESS: They’ve had years of schooling on us.
But you’re bright. And you’re here. We’re campaigning for your right to graduate. There’s to be a vote in January.
CELIA: A vote?
If Mrs. Welsh can persuade the Senate, yes. They say you lack the capacity for scholarship. Prove them wrong. Read everything. Learn everything. Know the philosophers—and think for yourselves. For Wednesday, three thousand words comparing Kant’s categorical imperative to Pluraslistic Deontology. And another three thousand on your own theory.
TESS: Our own theory?
Yes. Now, off to the library. You know the men won’t marry you if you choose knowledge. And I won’t lecture you… if you don’t.
NARRATOR: Time moves forward…Can the arts and science coexist, or must one always prevail over the other?
So you were barred from another lecture, I hear.
CAROLYN: We were turned away at the door.
Again? Well, this is becoming quite the page-turner. Makes me wonder if there’s any point of teaching you at all. Especially moral science. You’re dismissed.
CAROLYN: What?
Free to go.
CELIA: You can’t just leave us.
Why not? The world hurtles forward. What’s the point of the arts when technology evidently needs you more? Moral science? Pah! Worthless. Nothing compared to science and mathematics. Philosophers and poets have nothing to offer you.