I have to vacate my house by midday, as the new owner is moving in.

It is hard to follow the kinks of woman suffrage ratiocination.

I am very uneasy to think how I have been drawn on one hand, and driven on the other, into a clandestine, in short, into a more lover-like correspondence, which my heart condemns.

With Foucault, Goldhill assumes that “the desiring subject” (p. 45) is male; in his learned disquisition on the importance of the act of reading (p. 45), Goldhill never addresses the gender of the reader, that curious creature who is at once the target of the text and its reanimator—or animatrix.