The Cleft

She stood, watching, while

even more. She stood, watching, while

Marcus was the son of a house slave in the estate house and these two had known each other all their lives.

They lowered their great heads and drank, while Lolla again turned on Marcus, scolding and apparently angry.

It was Marcuss responsibility to make sure the oxen got their water as soon as they arrived.

The oxen began lowing and now, and with an ostentatiously impatient air, Lolla took up a second pitcher, dipped it in the water and ran with it to the oxen, where she filled their troughs, which were nearly empty.

We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.

There must have been a point when this knowledge went home, and probably painfully: the females had to be reliant on the males to get children.

is much easier to believe that eagles, or even deer, were our progenitors, than that the people were in their beginnings entirely female, and the males a later achievement.

Whose version of events is going to be committed to memory by the Memories?