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When down from the moon stepped the goddess of the night, she bid
Minerva/Athene come to her. "Minerva/Athene," she said, "you sprang
fully formed from the head of your father. Now all the daughters of
mankind think they, too, are as rootless as you. Tonight I bid you
dance, join the circle round 1 that tree glistening with the
clarity of wisdom. Mother Natura and Lady Philosophia, hands
together, already have begun the promenade of myth and allegory. "
Still in the garb of gold and white stone, Minerva/ Athene did as
she was bid and danced till dawn. Then in new light, she found
herself suddenly a budding flower on a tall branch, and even more
swiftly a crystalline fruit, rivaling the morning sun, refracting
the light. Behold, she had grown roots, difficult to discover down
in the dark of history, deep in the solid knowledge of earth. And
the daughters of humankind saw and reveled in their roots. This is
the story of this book, a history, long and diverse, of women
thinkers and their thought. It will become a legacy for all who
study it, a legacy that Heloi"se, Marie de Gournay, Sor Juana Ines
de Ia Cruz, and Judith Sargent Murray among many women philosophers
assured by composing lists of the names of women little
acknowledged century after century. While the Hannah Arendt's,
Susanne K.
When down from the moon stepped the goddess of the night, she bid
Minerva/Athene come to her. "Minerva/Athene," she said, "you sprang
fully formed from the head of your father. Now all the daughters of
mankind think they, too, are as rootless as you. Tonight I bid you
dance, join the circle round 1 that tree glistening with the
clarity of wisdom. Mother Natura and Lady Philosophia, hands
together, already have begun the promenade of myth and allegory. "
Still in the garb of gold and white stone, Minerva/ Athene did as
she was bid and danced till dawn. Then in new light, she found
herself suddenly a budding flower on a tall branch, and even more
swiftly a crystalline fruit, rivaling the morning sun, refracting
the light. Behold, she had grown roots, difficult to discover down
in the dark of history, deep in the solid knowledge of earth. And
the daughters of humankind saw and reveled in their roots. This is
the story of this book, a history, long and diverse, of women
thinkers and their thought. It will become a legacy for all who
study it, a legacy that Heloi"se, Marie de Gournay, Sor Juana Ines
de Ia Cruz, and Judith Sargent Murray among many women philosophers
assured by composing lists of the names of women little
acknowledged century after century. While the Hannah Arendt's,
Susanne K.
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