Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Hypatia; in No Mood

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Hypatia; in No Mood

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The burning sun is a zero and though it is the center of the cosmos, helping things to grow, you cannot extract ten sheaves of wheat or a thousand fat geese or a multitude of loaves and fishes from nothing. Yea, these things would burn to cinders, like the eyesight of those coming up from Plato's cave, or the purported wax wings of Icarus. Naturally, the sun is not the father, nor the rest of the so-called Trinity. No, the sun is not God, but it is the essence of Good, is what I said, and the monks shouted that I must be a witch as sure as the carnelian beads on my abacus click, click, click...

So today I am a heretic as the moon visits my body for the 384th time. As if a fat goose had been bled between my legs and I awoke to the usual blackish-red stain on white linen, here where Helios dances lightly on the brackish reed-whiskered mouth of the Nile, and I am in no mood to teach today, since those cursed monks have been interrupting my lectures with their shouting from the back of the theater. …

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