"Across
the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword.
On one side all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths are straight,
the trees regular, the sun shaded; escorted by gentlemen, protected by
policemen, wedded and buried by clergymen, she has only to walk demurely
from cradle to grave and no one will touch a hair of her head. But
on the other side all is confusion. Nothing follows a regular course.
The paths wind between bogs and precipices; the trees roar and rock and
fall in ruin."
Virginia Woolf,
'Harriette Wilson', Collected Essays.

This
is a section about the women who chose to walk that winding, trecherous
path. The women who defied the conventions of their day and who refused
to resrict themselves to society's mores.
This
is about women of history. Famous, infamous and complete unknowns.
Women who were not known, who were but margin notes on the pages of history.
This is Herstory.
Graphics by me from a painting
by Maria Stillman

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