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To be fair, the Veblen biographer faces formidable challenges. Veblen was a mystery even to those who knew him best, his archive is scattered around the country, and he turned his private papers into a bonfire before he died. But his personal life is a fascinating counterpoint to his theories. In his private life, no less than in his public writing, he tried to discover a different economy. And although by reputation Veblen was a lothario (purportedly bedding his colleagues’ wives left and right), in truth his romantic life was a tragedy rather than a farce. Firefighter It's Not A Phase It's My Life It's Not A Job It's My Passion Poster
At Carleton, Veblen met and courted Ellen Rolfe. She was the daughter of a prominent Iowa businessman and the niece of President Strong. She wore elaborate high collars, and a classmate remembered her as “easily the most intellectual member” of her class, possessing a “sparkling and, at times, slightly caustic wit.” She was the editor of the school paper and planned to become a schoolteacher; in a graduation poem, she appeared to imagine a future as a happily unmarried woman. Veblen changed her mind, and they were wed, after a long engagement, in 1888.
Given his later writings on wealth, women, and status, Veblen’s pursuit of Ellen makes sense. Unfortunately, they were disastrously ill-matched. Ellen had a thyroid condition and was self-conscious about a large, butterfly-shaped goiter on her neck (hence the high collars); she was also susceptible to mood disorders, namely anxiety and depression. Attention-seeking and given to metaphysical religious enthusiasms, she later claimed that Veblen was ashamed of her speaking her mind in public. After they were estranged, she said that their relationship was all his idea, and all his fault. “[S]he was always the shrinking fearful maiden,” a friend of hers recalled, “and he appeared — as she talked — the bold centaur.”
Contrary to popular belief, there is no evidence that Veblen was serially unfaithful to Ellen, or that he seduced his colleagues’ wives. He did, however, fall in love with graduate students. The first was Sarah Hardy, who took his class on socialism. “[D]uring the two years that followed,” Camic writes, “their professor-student relationship grew into long talks and long walks — and into a correspondence that was, from Veblen’s side, increasingly intimate and fevered.” When Hardy became engaged to a San Francisco lawyer in 1896, Veblen wrote two letters. One revealed his feelings to Hardy: “[E]ver since the first time I saw you, in the library, you have gone with me as a vision of light and life and divine grace,” he confessed. The other explained his feelings for Hardy to Ellen and asked her for a divorce: “I am not your husband in fact and ought no longer to be so in name.” Hardy married her San Francisco lawyer; Ellen kept the letter for future use.
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