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{"title":"Cover Art: Details","authors":"Isabella Baker","doi":"10.1016/b978-012369375-4/50000-7","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1016/b978-012369375-4/50000-7","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":40297,"journal":{"name":"Revista Numismatica Hecate","volume":"1 1","pages":"196"},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"2018-05-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"85558381","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}

{"title":"Love in the Blitz","authors":"Sylvia J. Martin","doi":"10.5040/9780755624942.ch-005","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.5040/9780755624942.ch-005","url":null,"abstract":"\"Doesn't it drive you mad not to know who Aileen's lover in London was?\"I have heard variations of this question from several people since my biography of Aileen Palmer was published in early 2016.1 The eldest daughter of Australian writers Vance and Nettie Palmer, Aileen was in London during the Second World War after having served for two years as interpreter and administrator with the medical units attached to the International Brigades in the Spanish Civil War. An uncharacteristically effervescent letter Aileen wrote to her parents in early August 1940 offers a clue to what was happening in her life at that time. Buried in a page of chat about this and that, she writes: \"I'm happy, oddly enough, in this chaotic world-happier, personally, than I've been for a long time-enjoying odd walks in the woods & Hampstead Heath, enjoying being in love as I never was before ...\"2I had to read this letter again to make sure I wasn't imagining those words. Aileen doesn't elaborate and continues with unrelated chat in the close handwritten lines that border a typed page. The lover is not named in Aileen's letter but she also kept intermittent diaries during her time in war zones; one she kept in London speaks of a lover, only identified as \"B,\" a woman.Stationed at an ambulance station in Stepney, Aileen met B some months before the start of the Blitz in September 1940 and began her diary on 23 August, soon after the letter to her parents:I always used to begin diaries with the object of \"seeing how I spent my time.\" Now I have another object ... for I am no longer just talking to myself. A diary of the last few months would have been intensely interesting, but when most is happening in my life, I can never bring myself to keep a diary. The worst of me is I have never brought myself to form daily habits of any kind; with my present way of life, there is no normal time when I would sit down to write; and when I do find myself, as today, with a vacant evening, sitting at home by myself, my impulse is to immediately get up and rush out somewhere. Only I can't rush to B and I wish for the hours and minutes to pass as quickly as possible, till I see B again.3Strangely enough, it does not \"drive me mad\" that I do not know the identity of Aileen's lover. Perhaps it is because I was not trained as a historian but as an actor, then subsequently acquired a rich academic background in Theatre Studies and Women's Studies. Rather than ferreting out who \"B\" might have been, what interested me more was Aileen's emotional response to the situation.During the Spanish Civil War Aileen appeared to disguise her sexuality under a mask of indifference to her appearance, making joking references to her lack of feminine charms, a stance she adopted in Catholic Spain and also when she came to understand the Communist Party's moralistic rules. (A nurse in Aileen's medical unit was sent back to London during the first months of the war for having a lesbian love affair.) So, I was del","PeriodicalId":40297,"journal":{"name":"Revista Numismatica Hecate","volume":"147 1","pages":"55"},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"2016-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"77580286","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}

{"title":"The Penny Dropped:","authors":"M. Metz, Zondra Donabauer","doi":"10.2307/j.ctv186grm9.11","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.2307/j.ctv186grm9.11","url":null,"abstract":"The Penny Dropped The ad I put in the paper says: `Broad-minded, clean, mature, responsible non-smoker to share two-bedroom flat with one other.' I'm thinking `broad-minded' means `gay.' I want to live with a gay guy. I ring my good friend James and tell him how worried I am. I say: `James, there are all these perverts out there who're going to ring up tomorrow. You've got to come over and answer the phone so they don't know I'm a woman living alone. I know I'm sounding hysterical, but I can't help it.' `Oh Xanadu, you're exaggerating,' he says, in an amused, gently berating tone. `It's not going to be like that.' Oh James, I think, if you only knew what it's like to be a woman, you wouldn't be so calm about it. `The world isn't full of perverts,' he says, `You're so paranoid.' Maybe I am, I think, but there's a reason for it. The next morning comes and James answers the first call, then he passes it over to me and I start talking to this forty-five-year-old man who's still living with his sister and he says to me in this breathy voice, `Hhhhii! Hhhhow are you?' and I say, `Fine,' and then there's this dead silence. I wait for a while, it seems like minutes, and all I can hear is this heavy breathing, and then I say: `Can I ask what you're ringing in regard to?' and he says in this sleeeazy, what he must think is seductive voice: `Your ahhd about broaad-mihhhnded in the newspaper. What exactly is your definition of \"broad-minded\"? It could mean \"gay.\" It could mean \"kinky\".' He says: `I don't want to share with a lesbian. I don't mind a woman who's bi-,' and he asks, `What are you?' I say: `Why are you placing so much emphasis on my sexuality?' I'm looking for a flatmate. I'm looking for someone to share the rent.' He says: `I'm looking for a woman to move in and have sex with.' I say: `I'm sorry mate. This is not the Personal column. This is the Share Accommodation section. You must have got a little bit mixed up.' And then he hangs up. The next call James answers, and they hang up as soon as they hear a male voice. James says: `My God, you're right, Xanadu. The world is full of perverts.' `See, James,' I say. `You didn't believe me. There are all these men out there hunting down the opposite sex.' I tell him a stow about a friend of mine. She had a male flatmate who would just accidentally come into the bathroom when she was in the shower. Then she opened her bedroom door one day and he was looking through the keyhole. He developed an obsession for her and pursued her. He blamed her for leading him on. I tell James: `You have to be very careful when you're sharing a place with someone of the opposite sex. You want a man around for protection, but there's a risk with heterosexual guys that ordinary friendliness can be misunderstood. That's why I want to share with a gay guy. I want to come home to someone friendly.' `Poor Xanadu,' says James. `I wish I could help you. If I wasn't with Phillip, I'd move in tomorrow.' I tell James how I'm feeling ","PeriodicalId":40297,"journal":{"name":"Revista Numismatica Hecate","volume":"8 1","pages":"169"},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"2001-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"89059391","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}

{"title":"Women and Reason","authors":"D. Russell","doi":"10.5860/choice.30-3229","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.5860/choice.30-3229","url":null,"abstract":"This article attempts to clarify the nature of the attack on rationality that is currently being launched by French feminists, especially Luce Irigaray. Two paradoxes with this attack are exposed not with the intention of undermining the attack but more with the intention of pointing out where more work needs to be done.One way of characterizing western philosophical thought is to point to the dominant ideals of rationality or reason(1) and the battle against the forces of irrationality, unreason or scepticism. The `rationality' of Socrates, Plato and Aristotle involved thinking critically in order to arrive at knowledge of certain human ends: the goals of virtue and wisdom. Greek religion, imbued with mysticism, shunned the `critical thought' side of this idea and clung to tradition as the source of knowledge of human ends. Greek sophists and sceptics dismissed the possibility of arriving at knowledge of human ends but they had a lot of fun using critical thought in order to persuade or entertain their audience.By the sixteenth century, the old Greek ideals of reason had become lifeless and dull. The study of reason consisted mainly in the use of a rigid form of critical thought: the Aristotelian syllogism(2), in the repetitive exploration of the basic presuppositions of Aristotle's views about humans and the world. Outside the centres of learning, as the sceptics(3) pointed out, Aristotelian reason had little impact or practical relevance. Here, irrationality held sway in the form of religious faith, now increasingly of a protestant nature, or the intuitive thinking of the hermeticists, believers in a particular combination of astrology and mysticism. Paradoxically, these forms of unreason meshing together with changing socio-economic conditions and the expansion of the physical sciences, paved the way for new ideals of reason, ideals that came to be expressed in the philosophical system of Francis Bacon and Rene Descartes.(4) For Bacon, rationality amounts to the use of a particular method, which employs the senses and induction. For Descartes, rationality is also understood as a particular method, but a method which relies on the apprehension of clear and distinct ideas rather than the use of the senses. Descartes also understood reason as a particular framework for viewing the world, one which took the world to be a giant mechanism, pushed and pulled by physical forces rather than an animated entity, under the influence of spiritual powers.Some aspects of all of these ideas about reason are still alive today. For example, critical thought is often held as an educational ideal and a guiding principle in public debate, the sciences still appeal to methods drawing on sensory evidence and the world is commonly viewed as a big machine devoid of any spiritual force. Other ideas about reason from our philosophical heritage still exist today; some have come and gone. Still other notions of rationality exist without a philosophical basis; for example","PeriodicalId":40297,"journal":{"name":"Revista Numismatica Hecate","volume":"77 1","pages":"40"},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"1988-05-31","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"75872331","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}

{"title":"Belly of the Beast","authors":"B. Davies","doi":"10.1201/b10282-4","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1201/b10282-4","url":null,"abstract":"Late on Christmas morning we drove east into the Nevada desert and right into the belly of the beast. For twenty-four hours, day became indistinguishable from night. Then we were disgorged, looking pretty much the same, flesh intact, skins maybe a shade paler, perhaps a fraction slimy from being swallowed whole.On Christmas Eve his California kids preferred raspberry jello to the DJ's plum pudding that had nestled in my luggage across the Pacific. Its cellophane-wrapped journey among the T-shirts was as cramped and idiosyncratic as mine in seat 49E, green section, class Y, flanked by a pair of fresh-faced female surfers from Monterey and a tightfaced boy from Auckland via Bondi going home for Christmas.That night I whipped up brandy butter but they didn't much care for that glorious annual treat either. The snow white ersatz supermarket cream refused to thicken though I almost beat it to death. Then he and I drank microwave coffee after his girls ate cursorily and raced off, excited, to their mother's house where Christmas was Disneyland and they a blended Swiss Family Robinson, complete with newborn babe. Their Mom sported a red and white ruffled polkadot gown and sunbrowned wrinkles framed by a sunbleached pageboy and bangs. From the family album photo on her Christmas card, straight New World teeth shone out like rows of white bowling pins. Strings of plastic reindeer pulling crimson plastic sleighs galloped into space from neighbouring rooftops, heading gamely for the Pacific.California teenyboppers gag and grimace at the taste of real cows milk and Hollywood is just another suburb down the freeway. They like what they know. But I relished the strange, spaghetti squash and Zinfandel, and hardly paused for breath before the blueberry muffins. Oz Adventures Inc: we're the ones who made Earl's Court habitable for Arabs, before disappearing into Hampstead and Ealing and even Tooting Bec. Reality's a seasonal thing.I gave my order and he translated for the waitress, who failed to understand the polite decorations and alien inflexions of my words. We sank eggs easy over and wheat toast at our late roadhouse breakfast in a bedroom community sprawled like his along a southwest tentacle of the LA megalopolis. Smog hung a dull brown curtain over us for fifty miles into the Sierra foothills. Then the clean, clear, flat desert showed us Southern California before the moguls and their henchmen sucked water down from the north, snaking giant imperial pipelines through the scrub on their way to re-create the Garden of Eden. Never mind the gold rush. Forget oil. The veins of Southern California are plugged into a permanent intravenous drip. North feeds South and the South feeds the nation. Worse returns on venture capital have been known.This is America's Golden Girl, her Ten. The topsoil possesses the secret of Dorian Gray: with a skin like that beauty has no need to go deep. Mexican fingernails may be long and curved and daily cut deep into this springy vo","PeriodicalId":40297,"journal":{"name":"Revista Numismatica Hecate","volume":"50 1","pages":"76"},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"1986-11-30","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"88641798","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}

{"title":"‘In the name of all my coloured brethren and sisters’","authors":"Bain Attwood","doi":"10.4324/9781003118060-2","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.4324/9781003118060-2","url":null,"abstract":"Since the early 1970s, historians and other scholars have made a concerted effort towards understanding 19th and 20th century Aboriginal history. Initially most of this research was undertaken by white historians, who emphasised the destructive impact of the European invasion of the Australian continent, and Aboriginal resistance to colonisation. This was a necessary corrective to the earlier historiography, which represented the colonial frontier as peaceful, and neglected the European role in the dispossession and decimation of Aborigines. However, these studies had several weaknesses: they tended to be androcentric and eurocentric; Blacks remained anonymous or were stereotyped, the women being portrayed as passive victims and the men as heroic resistance fighters; no account was taken of co-operation and collaboration.(1)This reinterpretation of Aboriginal-European relations did not always accord with understandings Aborigines had of their history since 1788.(2) More recent work, however, has provided Aboriginal perspectives, and analyses absent from much of the earlier historical work. In examining the process of accommodation, some of this writing has revealed a measure of Aboriginal agency (within, of course, the constraints of colonialism).(3) These insights have arisen most clearly in biographical writings, a field of growing interest. At first most of the studies were devoted to Aboriginal men,(4) but recently this imbalance has been redressed with a number of books concerning Aboriginal women, including a useful collection of biographical essays published last year.(5)This article is a life-history of an Aboriginal woman named Bessy Flower, who lived from about 1851 to 1895. In seeking to reconstruct Bessy's(6) life, I am attempting, firstly, to recover a sense of her life as she might have experienced it and, secondly, to interpret it from an outsider's perspective. Developing the theoretical insights of the historian E. P. Thompson, I am seeking to understand Bessy's life as one which was determined not only by specific social and material forces, but also by her own choices and selfdirected actions. This is not to stress unduly Bessy's individual autonomy, nor to argue that she made herself as much as she was made; it is rather to contend that, within the limits of particular structures conditioned by class, racial, and patriarchal ideologies, she contributed by conscious and active efforts to the course her life took.(7)In this account, as in any biography, the relationship between the individual life and the socio-cultural milieu must be explored, not only to uncover the details of Bessy's personality and life but also to establish these firmly in the context of the environment in which she grew up, and of which she was a part. As one exponent of the life-history method has put it:...it becomes as important to know the decisions and actions of...[a subject] through their life as it is to know the system of social relations of socie","PeriodicalId":40297,"journal":{"name":"Revista Numismatica Hecate","volume":"120 1","pages":"9-53"},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"1986-11-30","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"86172888","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}

{"title":"A Woman's Place","authors":"Lesley Synge","doi":"10.2307/j.ctt2005wk6.19","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.2307/j.ctt2005wk6.19","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":40297,"journal":{"name":"Revista Numismatica Hecate","volume":"69 1","pages":"137"},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"86106881","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}