The RenaissanceO divine lineage in mortal guiseIt was just twelve when Sophie reached Joanna's front gate, out of breath with running. Joanna was standing in the front yard outside her family's yellow house."You've been gone for fi
The Middle Ages... going only part of the way is not the same as going the wrong wayA week passed without Sophie hearing from Alberto Knox. There were no more postcards from Lebanon either, although she and Joanna still talked about the cards they f
Two Cultures... the only way to avoid floating in a vacuum It won't be long now before we meet, my dear Sophie. I thought you would return to the major's cabin--that's why I left all the cards from Hilde's father there. That was the
The PostcardsI'm imposing a severe censorship on myselfSeveral days went by without any word from the philosophy teacher. Tomorrow was Thursday, May 17-- Norway's national day. School would be closed on the 18th as well. As they walked home
Hellenism... a spark from the fireAlthough the philosophy teacher had begun sending his letters directly to the old hedge, Sophie nevertheless looked in the mailbox on Monday morning, more out of habit than anything else.It was empty, not surprising
Aristotle...a meticulous organizer who wanted to clarify our concepts While her mother was taking her afternoon nap, Sophie went down to the den. She had put a lump of sugar in the pink envelope and written "To Alberto" on the outside.Ther