The Spoils of Poynton

Henry James is my deepest secret gay soul-mate. I resonate profoundly to his revulsion against the heterosexual hegemony. I perfectly sympathize with his hatred for coarse, avaricious, omnipotent Miss Briggses of this world. Women, as they have evolved in English-speaking countries, are the enemy and nemesis of civilization. But, curiously, not as they have evolved in French-speaking countries--and James backhandedly makes note of this.