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When a man travels alone, he generally thinks more, and thinks more to the point, than when he is with someone who expects from him a good deal of talk. A woman is by many degrees a more complex being than a man; and when she travels alone she is more full of thought than a man similarly situated; but a woman in society is more than a man — is not so much a person who has his own thought to say, as a focus where other people’s thoughts collect: a person who reflects what other people say, and is reflected by them, and whose own individuality is modified by that endless exchange of light and colour to which women's minds are continually exposed. It follows that when a woman goes wrong she sometimes goes to pieces in a way which makes only a small matter look large, and sometimes she goes on in a way which, to a man, would seem to be an obstinacy of mind impossible to understand.