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“It had been communicated to me through the odd, secret whispers of women that a female’s nose must never shine. In war, in famine, in fire, it had to be matte, and no one got a lipstick without the requisite face powder. â€� I was taunted by the problem: how could someone write something like the ‘Symposiumâ€� and make sure her nose did not shine at the same time? It didn’t matter to me that I was reading a translation. I’d read Plato’s brilliant, dense prose and not be able to tear myself away. Even as a reader my nose shined. It was clearly either/or. You had to concentrate on either one or the other. In a New York minute, the oil from Saudi Arabia could infiltrate your house and end up on your nose. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t make noise, it didn’t incapacitate in any way except for the fact that no girl worth her salt took enough time away from vigilance to read a book let alone write one.”
― Andrea Dworkin, Heartbreak: The Political Memoir of a Feminist Militant

“It is obvious to all who are wise that the foundation of speech will not be demolished by tempestuous events.
(translated by Kayvan Tahmasebian and Rebecca Ruth Gould)”
― Jahan Malek Khatun, Divan of Jahan Malek Khatun: Persia's Great Female Sufi Poet