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than from women? are
& questions for critical reading
1. what temperament traits do you have? are they gender linked?
2. what problems face a society that has established rigid gender-linked
expectations?
3. how are gender-linked temperament expectations reinforced by societva
4. how much of a range of difference in gender expectation has mead for
other cultures?
5. does our society expect different behavior from men than from wo
those differences visible in daily behavior?
6. is it possible for a society to mold similar behavior in men and women?
7. why does mead give us all the examples she does from other societies?
find them convincing?
8. what problems do people with the "wrong" temperaments face in a sociera
9. do you think gender-linked temperaments are biological and natural? w
why not?

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream