Why is it that I never hear Mary Wollstonecraft complain about her daughter being sick? Ever. Not one murmur about fevers or teething. She complains about the men in her life and her sisters, so I know she is capable of complaining. My child has been sick for many days and I was, I repeat, was, on a writing roll. Mary was getting ready to go to Paris right after writing The Vindication. But she is marooned in England until the fever passes.