Hypatia

Hypatia wondered in perplexity if

Eudoxus of Cnidus

held the key

to unlocking the Bridges Between.

Her  laurel wreath of philosophy, made of spineless witches broom  sat prickly and awkward on her head.

The festivities were  plain annoying and she JUST wanted to return to her closet at the library.  

Mother of course would do her head in - if she was not already spitting feathers over Hypatia’’s

Ink sodden fingers which pulled at the cream linen of her dress -– now not so pristine.

She had this FEELING the answer would lie over The Black Sea -– no -– not the one YOU know -– the other one. She kept thinking of Eudoxus’’s phrase

“it allows rigorous treatment of continuous quantities and not just whole numbers or even rational numbers". Theon her father (who knew of her true position) remained more sympathetic. Life is hard, and solutions must be sought by  The Women Who Hold Up the World.

At least the Red Giraffe had finally revealed himself.