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‘hypatia’ - julius kronberg (1889)
hypatia is not only famous for her academic feats, though they are impressive in themselves; she was the greatest mathematician and astronomer of her time, as well as the leader of the neoplatonist school of philosophy in alexandria. on top of this, she spectacularly overcame the profound sexism of her society. however, it’s likely that her death is more relevant to this painting - she suffered an unspeakably violent and cruel death at the hands of an ignorant christian mob of men. the terrified expression captured by kronberg could perhaps serve as foreshadowing to this event, as well as the small crucifix being paraded in the background. hypatia’s remains were burned in a mock of pagan sacrifice, her death marking the triumph of christianity over the paganism of the ancient world.
Pierre Louys. Aphrodite, moeurs antiques. Paris: J. Tallandier, 1987.
Including illustrations by Edouard François Zier (1856-1924)
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Alexandria castle. In-engine. Real time.
FFIX: Memoria Project
Alexandria, Final Fantasy IX: Memoria Project
MAJOR WORM THE WEB SERIAL SPOILERS
I can’t believe I just realized that all of Taylor’s first kills were Directors of the PRT.
First was Thomas, who became Director after Piggot.
Then Director Tagg.
Then Alexandria who was revealed to be Directer Costa-Brown
If I pray for forgiveness will it cleanse my flesh of your memory?
featuring Alexandria Danelle Hampton
If I pray for forgiveness was originally published on foto kayelless
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featuring Alexandria Danelle Hampton
Written on my soul was originally published on foto kayelless
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Secret agent Meggie! #alexandria #thisisegypt #pepmegmeinmach #imonapayphonetryingtocallhome (at Alexandria, Egypt)
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I miss the feeling of new love, I miss the feeling of swimming deeper into a new psyche. The deeper I dive, the more gems, precious metals, pearls, troves of wonder, neither outdoing the other, every one beautiful and special and highly coveted by me.
But the fear is real. What am I afraid of? Change? Change is inevitable. If I fear her change, then I do not really love her as I ought to. I loved her in her heyday, through her slump, her rioting and her stagnation. I loved her when she showed me her truest potential and when she wore the mask and garb of her undoing. But where else can I go? Who else do I have but her? Is that cause enough to love her unconditionally? I need her for my identity. I need her for my sanity. I need her for my self-concept.
She’s given me more than I’ve needed, too. All I wanted was an address, a place to refer to when asked “who are you?” And she gave me far more, despite her inability to give to herself. Despite my stinginess with her.
