The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter

No wonder men did not want women to wear bloomers. What could women accomplish if they did not have to continually mind their skirts, keep them from dragging in the mud or getting trampled on the steps of an omnibus? If they had pockets! With pockets, women could conquer the world!

She had longed for adventure, and now that it was happening to her, she was not sure how she felt about it.

If they had pockets! With pockets, women could conquer the world! And

Beatrice closed her eyes and dreamed whatever flowers dream. Beatrice: That's very poetic, but they don't dream anything. Flowers have no cerebral cortex.

With pockets, women could conquer the world!

CATHERINE: I can’t write from Diana’s point of view. MARY: Of course you can. You’re a writer; you can write anything. Just find your inner Diana. CATHERINE: I don’t have an inner Diana. DIANA: Ha! You wish. Everyone has an inner Diana.

What was the use of propriety when it kept one from getting things done?

Always ask at the pub, Miss Jekyll. Elementary investigation - the pub always knows.

You can't feel yourself blushing. That's lady novelist talk.

Only an idiot would bring an important letter out in the rain.

Spectacular cases are usually simpler, and less interesting, than they initially appear.

A lady might feel fear, but she must not give in to it, or so her governess had taught her.

Ah, well, when you explain it like that, it seems obvious," said Mudge. "Of course, it always seems obvious once it's been explained.

The two girls hurried down the street into the labyrinth of the London night.

Write it however you want to, but start writing!

She had learned long ago that life was difficult. One had to live it with courage

JUSTINE: Is the story supposed to be jumping around like that, from Mary’s head, to Diana’s, to Beatrice’s?

as though someone had decided on large and ominous as a decorating style.

I would not trust too much to Watson's accounts of me,' said Holmes, 'he's liable to exaggerate.' He fired one shot.

And pockets! With pockets women could conquer the world!

She knew the truth: that Frankenstein had created a female monster, and that the female monster had escaped. And she hid that truth. Knowing of Justine, she did the best she could, for another woman. She erased her from the story.

Clothing is one means of enforcing women’s social and political subordination.

Mr. Prendick, do as I instructed, or I will have the significant pleasure of shooting you.

What good would it do for the Kates of the world to cry? They have learned that tears do not bring relief or change of circumstance. There is no one to wipe their tears, no one to assuage their grief.

he had created a monster.

As though God has decided to drown the world again, she thought, almost wishing He would. Sometimes she thought the world needed drowning.

Should she stay? This was her house, after all. No, it was their house too. Let Beatrice stay—she did not have to be responsible for everything. Mary felt a sense of relief. There were others to share the responsibility now.

Was the house being watched? They could not see the Wolf Men, and more importantly, Catherine could not smell them. So taking a chance, they ran up the steps to the front door and rang the bell. It was opened almost at once. “Come in, come in quickly,” said Mrs. Poole. “Poor Miss Frankenstein has killed a man!