THE SUBLIME MACRO MENTAL NOT MONUMENTAL CONSTRUCT OF HEALING LEARNING GROWTH & EMPOWERMENT THE AUSTRALIAN COUNCIL OF SOCIAL SERVICE 1978

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Dear Dr Kallen,

..can it really be only a week ago – in Sidi bou-Said. I have called my modest history, if that is what it is to be, Th Secular Perpetua]

For two days Emily rested. Leon called and examined her and pronounced her too ill to get up. She obediently ate the soup and the steamed fillets of sole that Sophie had cooked for her. Then, on the morning of the third day, after Georges had left for the office, she decided she could wait no longer. She put on her winter clothes and caught the Metro to Cluny-La Sorbonne and she became a student once again. Olive Kallen’s letter of introduction to Emile Sant at the Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève proved effective and Emily was soon settled in the great reading room at a table close to a heater with a pile of books in front of her.

When she got home that evening, tired but elated from her day’s work, the smell of the library still in her nostrils, she was glad to find that Georges was not yet home from the office. The apartment was silent and empty and all her own. She heated a little of the lamb stew that Sophie had left and stood by the kitchen window looking out at the courtyard and the roofs of Paris eating the stew from the saucepan with a spoon. Afterwards she made a pot of tea and took it into the sitting room. She sat at the table by the window and sipped her tea and opened her writing case. She took out the notes she had made at the library during the day and set them to one side. The rain tapped against the window and the gas fire murmured. The shard of Roman red slip lay on the table beside her writing case next to the Pasio Perpetuae.

..letters in envelopes and addressed them and withdrew several sheets of fresh writing paper from the side pocket of her writing case. She was about to begin her third letter when she noticed that when she had removed the fresh sheets of paper, a corner of the English version of her first letter to Bertrand had been drawn out of the writing case with them. Curious, and a little apprehensive, she took the letter all the way out and opened it. She sat reading it. She could not recognise herself, however, in the breathlessly passionate words. She was disturbed to realise that she had written to him with so much emotion. Might he still imagine her to be longing for him? She found this idea intensely repugnant and could not bear to think of it. Impatiently she folded the letter and thrust it deep into the side pocket alongside her second unsent letter in French, which she did not take out and read.

.. ‘Before beginning to read the numerous volumes of Tertullian’s writings I looked him up in the Dictionnaire d’archeologie Chretienne et de Liturgie, to consult the official and contemporary view of him, and to learn something of this man whose writings are to be so important in reaching an understanding of the times in which she lived. I was astonished to find the following – which I transcribe for you here from my notes, “Tertullian was the creator of Christian Latin literature”. No less! “Cyprian and Saint Augustine both stand on his shoulders. These three North Africans are the founders of the Western churches.” So this was Perpetua’s friend and confidant, the man (we are asked to believe) to whom she felt able to entrust her precious diary on the last day of her life.’

.. ‘This is what I found. “The sentence of God on this sex of yours lives in this age: the guilt must of necessity live too. You are the Devil’s gateway: you are the breaker of the seal of that forbidden tree: you are the first deserter of the divine law: you are she who persuaded him whom the Devil was not valiant enough to attack. You destroyed so easily God’s image, man. On account of your desert – that is, death – even the Son of God had to die … Accordingly these things are all the baggage of woman in her condemned and dead state …”

Alex Miller 2000 The Banshee Wail of Civil Lies-a-shahn, oshun, oshun, a shahn, a shahn\\ ation ..

The direct French translation is: ‘Les conditions de la foi, écrivit-elle, la raison inhérente à la vérité.’

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My privilege Mr Miller !

Prof Jonno 🦘🌏🌎🌍

The direct French translation is: ‘Les conditions de la foi, écrivit-elle, la raison inhérente à la vérité.’

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My privilege Mr Miller !

Prof Jonno 🦘🌏🌎🌍