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Her story is a story about class, gender, and narrative. Her unique position is derived not only from her sex but also from her background in trade and production (not land and ancient inherited wealth).2 Things changed for women after the
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The second half of the fourteenth century, following the Black Death, was a time of increased social and economic opportunities for women.
“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.”
― The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
― The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
“And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days, —
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.”
― Richard III
To entertain these fair well-spoken days, —
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.”
― Richard III
“Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.”
― The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
― The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
“Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.”
― Pride and Prejudice
― Pride and Prejudice
“Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry "Hold, hold!”
― Macbeth
That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry "Hold, hold!”
― Macbeth
Rachel’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Rachel’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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46 friends
155 books
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26 friends
117 books
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524 friends
225 books
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19 friends
0 books
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81 friends
47 books
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2 friends
0 books
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11 friends
0 books
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10 friends
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