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• From The Case for God (2009)

  I want to thank all my friends at the Harvard Memorial Church (especially the Faith & Life Forum) and at Chautauqua, who have listened to me so loyally and kindly over the years and given me such encouragement. During the last year, it has been a great delight and privilege to work with TED Conferences on the Charter for Compassion, an attempt to implement practically the thesis of this book. Thanks especially to Chris Anderson and Amy Novogratz, and to all the TED-sters who have contributed to this project with such extraordinary generosity, creativity, and awe-inspiring commitment. It has been an inspiration. Finally, a big thank-you to Eve, Gary, Stacey, and Amy Mott and to Michelle Stevenson, who make it possible for me to do my work by looking after Poppy so devotedly during my many absences. I could not have managed without any of you. Notes Introduction 1. Johannes Sloek, Devotional Language, trans. Henrick Mossin (Berlin and New York, 1996), pp. 53–96. 2. I have discussed the role of mythology more fully in A Short History of Myth (Edinburgh, 2005). 3. Mircea Eliade, Patterns in Comparative Religion, trans. Rosemary Sheed (London, 1958), pp. 453–55. 4. Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces (Princeton, N.J., 1949). 5. Sloek, Devotional Language, pp. 75–76. 6. The Book of Zhuangzi 17.3 in Martin Palmer with Elizabeth Breuilly, trans., The Book of Chuang Tzu (London and New York, 1996). 7. Ibid. 8. Denys Turner, Faith, Reason and the Existence of God (Cambridge, U.K., 2004), pp. 108–15. 9. George Steiner, Real Presences: Is There Anything in What We Say? (London, 1989), p. 217. 10. George Steiner, Language and Silence (London, 1967), pp. 58–59. 11. Steiner, Real Presences, p. 217. 12. Steiner, Language and Silence, p. 59. 13. I have discussed this more fully in The Battle for God: A History of Fundamentalism (London and New York, 2000), and there is a more extended discussion of fundamentalism in chapter 12. ONE Homo religiosus 1. Joseph Campbell, Primitive Mythology: The Masks of God, rev. ed. (New York, 1988), p. 305; Joseph Campbell with Bill Moyers, The Power of Myth (New York, 1988), p. 79. 2. Andre Leroi-Gourhan, Treasures of Prehistoric Art (New York, n.d.), p. 112. This rules out the suggestion that the paintings were simply a form of hunting magic. 3. Ibid., p. 118. 4. John E. Pfeiffer, The Creative Explosion (New York, 1982), p. viii. 5. Andre Leroi-Gourhan, Les religions préhistorique: Paléolithique (Paris, 1964), pp. 83–84; Mircea Eliade, A History of Religious Ideas, 3 vols., trans. Willard R. Trask (Chicago and London, 1978, 1982, 1985), 1:16. 6. Joseph Campbell, Historical Atlas of World Mythologies, 2 vols. (New York, 1988), 1, 1: 58. 7. Ibid., 1, 1: 65. 8. Leo Frobenius, Kulturgeschichte Africas (Zurich, 1933), pp. 131–32; Campbell, Primitive Mythology, p. 300. 9. Eliade, History of Religious Ideas, 1: 24. 10. Campbell with Moyers, Power of Myth, pp. 85–87. 11. Ibid., pp. 72–79; Historical Atlas, 1, 1: 48–49; Eliade, History of Religious Ideas, 1: 7–8.

• From How God Became King (2012)

  I also had the chance to sharpen the ideas up into an individual lecture that I gave, in various forms, at the Institute of Biblical Research in Atlanta, Georgia in November 2010 and at the Bristol School of Christian Studies in January 2011. Finally, I translated the Sarum Lectures into American the week after they were given and delivered them to church groups in Greenwich, Connecticut, and Nashville, Tennessee, in May 2011 and (in English again) to a gathering of Naval Chaplains in Hampshire in June 2011. Wonderful memories surround each element of this rambling itinerary, and my gratitude goes out to the clergy and laity involved in its various stages (not least to Dr. Michael Bird for his response to the Atlanta paper). In particular, I express my gratitude to Chuck and Deborah Royce for the use of their apartment in New York, providing some quiet space in which I was able to translate the material once more, this time from the lecture format into the complete book. That a book on the gospels should be surrounded by so much gratitude and the memory of so much hospitality is only right. This too is part of their meaning. I am also grateful to my editor at Harper, Mickey Maudlin, for his enthusiasm for this project and his guidance in holding back my earlier attempts to say too much too quickly. I hope that this finished product will encourage Christians from all backgrounds, as well as those looking over the fence and wondering just what the central Christian documents are actually all about, to read these explosive first-century books again with fresh eyes and to face once more the questions and challenges they actually offer, rather than the questions and challenges, important though they are in themselves, that we have regularly imagined they do. The book is dedicated to my colleagues in St. Mary’s College, the Divinity Faculty of the University of St. Andrews. It is no light thing to welcome into a faculty one who has been out of the academic mainstream for the best part of two decades, and it speaks volumes for their charity and faith that they have done so with open arms. Just as my lectures on the gospels, in the settings described above, were an attempt to relate the academic study of the gospels to the street-level life of the church, so I hope my new friends and colleagues here at St. Mary’s will see the book into which these lectures have grown as a kind of contribution in the other direction, bringing reflections that were occasioned by my work in the wider world into the bright light and searching scrutiny of the academy. There is, of course, much more to do, and I hope to return to the four gospels in a much fuller academic context before long. But this book may perhaps provide a start, and a signpost. N. T. Wright St.

• From The Pisces (2018)

  It was in my love for Sappho, the divine feminine. I craved that nurturing, to be swallowed up in the arms of Aphrodite herself, rocked and held. But I was afraid to ask women for it, afraid they would die on me or reject me in some other way. So I looked for it in men who could not give it. But Claire and Bridget were heaping it on me voluntarily, without me even having to ask. They brought me more and more items: black lace bra with pink satin underneath, black lace thong, bra with leopard straps and black cups, black mesh panties with brown satin insert, demi bra, push-up bra, sheer lace bra with no underwear, black crotchless panties. I continued to soak in all the attention, the ushering of my transition from woman to whore. But after forty-five minutes of the fashion show, I began to get overwhelmed and hungry. What were we doing? There was a nothingness we all thought we were staving off, using the bras and panties as little lace shields. But now the nothingness was creeping in again and only I could feel it. Bridget’s compliments became annoying. What a fake. She didn’t really want to mother me and she didn’t think I was sexy. She just wanted to sell lingerie. I asked her straight up what some of the items cost, then began to sweat. $120 for a pair of underpants? $250 for a bra? Now it was too late. I was in too deep. We had become family of a sort. I would feel ashamed not buying anything. “Don’t worry about it,” said Claire. “I’ll buy them for you. As a gift. A welcome-to-fucking gift?” I wondered where she got all of her money. She didn’t seem to work. I guess the ex-husband had given her a cut in the divorce. Maybe alimony. “No, I can handle it,” I said. “But thank you. I think I only need two items anyway: one bra, one pair of underpants. Oh, and garters!” Claire laughed. “What are you going to, a bachelorette party?” “I don’t know, he asked for garters specifically,” I said. “What a wanker. Does he think you’re some kind of doll?” I actually liked being a doll. I wished Garrett would just pick out the bra and underwear too. It made it easier than having to decide on my own. My decisions had never led anywhere good. But Bridget, hopped up on a potential commission, was thrilled to sell me garters. She tsk ed Claire and told her that garters were chic for a modern woman.

• From Love 2.0: Finding Happiness and Health in Moments of Connection (2013)

  What little I wrote about love in my first presentation of the broaden-and-build theory owed a great deal to Izard’s influence on my thinking. A deeper shaping of my views on love comes from the pioneering work on high-quality connections by my friend and University of Michigan colleague, Jane Dutton. I’ve long been inspired by her ways of seeing and describing the connective tissue that binds and energizes people in long-standing relationships and one-time encounters alike. Apart from her inspiring theoretical work, Jane is also an inspiring person, and I am thankful that our friendship has withstood the strain of my move from Ann Arbor. Other scholars whose work has deeply influenced my thinking about love and related ideas include Lisa Feldman Barrett, Kent Berridge, John Cacioppo, Laura Carstensen, Sy-Miin Chow, Steve Cole, Michael D. Cohen, Mike Csikszentmihalyi, Richie Davidson, Paul Ekman, Ruth Feldman, Shelly Gable, Eric Garland, Karen Grewen, Melissa Gross, Uri Hasson, Julianne Holt-Lunstad, David Johnson, Danny Kahneman, Dacher Keltner, Corey Keyes, Ann Kring, Bob Levenson, Kathleen Light, Marcial Losada, Batja Mesquita, Paula Niedenthal, Susan Nolen-Hoeksema, Keith Payne, David Penn, Chris Peterson, Bob Quinn, Cliff Saron, Oliver Schultheiss, Leslie Sekerka, Marty Seligman, Erika Rosenberg, Robert Vallerand, George Vaillant, and David Sloan Wilson. Although these people span the spectrum from my dearest friends to those I’ve yet to meet, the theoretical and empirical contributions of each have inspired me to build upon them. Although I described love as shared positive emotions as early as 1998, I did not take these ideas up empirically until coaxed to do so by the students and post-docs working with me in my Positive Emotions and Psychophysiology Lab (aka PEP Lab). Former University of Michigan graduate students Christian Waugh and Kareem Johnson, for instance, were the first to pursue the idea that positive emotions inspire people to think more in terms of “we” than “me,” and my first wave of students at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill have each taken these ideas further in their own signature way. Bethany Kok, for instance, forged her expertise in the vagus nerve and has expanded my appreciation of it. Lahnna Catalino discovered that some people, more than others, lean toward their moments of positivity and positivity resonance and thereby reap more from them. And Tanya Vacharkulksemsuk steadily developed a most compelling research program on nonverbal behavioral synchrony and helped me see how and why two or more people moving “as one” matters.

• From Ulysses (Kindle edition — verify full work) (1922)

  For healing conversations and restoring my mind, heart, and spirit, I offer my thanks to Kalpana Murthy, and especially Violet Bryan, Michele Levy, and Eloise Dixon, who have enlightened, supported, advised, and sustained me, as well as have served as exemplar professionals, humans, and now friends. Cecelia Cancellaro has not only provided impeccable feedback but unexpected and welcome support, and this book is better, in part, because of her. My deepest gratitude goes to Janet Francendese for her exceptional enthusiasm, editorial brilliance, constant support, and model editorship; to Sara Cohen for her expert work and always eager support; to Tim Roberts and Gary Kramer for unwavering dedication to this book; and to the three anonymous readers for Temple University Press, for their insightful feedback and intellectual generosity. An earlier version of the second chapter, "Toward an Aesthetic of Transgression: Ann Allen Shockley's Loving Her and the Politics of Same-Gender Loving," appeared in African American Review 42, nos. 2-3 (Fall/Winter 20o8); thanks go to AAR, especially to then editor Joycelyn Moody and managing editor Aileen Keenan, for publishing and providing an intellectual venue for my work. And, very many thanks go to D.M.Grant for his generosity in allowing me to use The Night, which celebrates black women's sexuality, encapsulating the very spirit and gorgeous cover of this book; and, certainly no lesser expression of gratitude goes to Karine Percheron-Daniels for her extremely timely support and generosity in allowing me use of her provocative artwork First Lady. I am blessed and highly favored. If there is Glory, as there most undoubtedly is, I know precisely to whom it belongs. [image file=img/page0016_0000.svg] [image file=img/page0018_0000.svg] Unbought and Unbossed: Transgressive Black Women, Sexuality, and Representation explores what exercises of sexual citizenship look like, particularly their manifestations through the trope of transgressive behavior, in post-196os black women's texts. The book's title is taken from Shirley Chisholm's 1968 congressional campaign slogan, "Unbought and Unbossed," and her eponymous 1970 autobiography. As the first black congresswoman and first black to campaign for United States president, Chisholm-in her position in the political arena and her progressive stance on abortion and the rights to the freedoms of citizenship-embodies a particular transgressive subjectivity. One grounded not solely in her political disposition but also in her very presence physically and ideologically within an almost exclusively white and male-dominated political terrain. At the time she wrote her autobiography, the House of Representatives had 435 members: 417 white men, 1o women, 9 blacks; and so, Chisholm herself, as black and a woman in Congress, "ma[d]e it add up right."'

• From Shoe Dog: A Memoir by the Creator of Nike (2016)

  time: 16:08.9. A star on Bowerman’s 1962 national championship team, Forman had also been the fifth American ever to break the four-minute mile. And to think, I told myself, only hours ago I’d thought those things made a champion. FALL. THE WOOLEN skies of November settled in low. I wore heavy sweaters, and sat by the fireplace, and did a sort of self-inventory. I was all stocked up on gratitude. Penny and my new son, whom we’d named Matthew, were healthy. Bork and Woodell and Johnson were happy. Sales continued to rise. Then came the mail. A letter from Bork. After returning from Mexico City, he was suffering some sort of mental Montezuma’s Revenge. He had problems with me, he told me in the letter. He didn’t like my management style, he didn’t like my vision for the company, he didn’t like what I was paying him. He didn’t understand why I took weeks to answer his letters, and sometimes didn’t answer at all. He had ideas about shoe design, and he didn’t like how they were being ignored. After several pages of all this he demanded immediate changes, plus a raise. My second mutiny. This one, however, was more complicated than Johnson’s. I spent several days drafting my reply. I agreed to raise his salary, slightly, and then I pulled rank. I reminded Bork that in any company there could only be one boss, and sadly for him the boss of Blue Ribbon was Buck Knight. I told him if he wasn’t happy with me or my management style, he should know that quitting and being fired were both viable options. As with my “spy memo,” I suffered instant writer’s remorse. The moment I dropped it in the mail I realized that Bork was a valuable part of the team, that I didn’t want to lose him, that I couldn’t afford to lose him. I dispatched our new operations manager, Woodell, to Los Angeles, to patch things up. Woodell took Bork to lunch and tried to explain that I wasn’t sleeping much, with a new baby and all. Also, Woodell told him, I was feeling tremendous stress after the visit from Kitami and Mr. Onitsuka. Woodell joked about my unique management style, telling Bork that everyone bitched about it, everyone pulled their hair out about my nonresponses to their memos and letters. In all Woodell spent a few days with Bork, smoothing his feathers, going over the operation. He discovered that Bork was stressed, too. Though the retail store was thriving, the back room, which had basically become our national warehouse, was in shambles. Boxes everywhere, invoices and papers stacked to the ceiling. Bork couldn’t keep pace. When Woodell returned he gave me the picture. “I think Bork’s back in the fold,” he said, “but we need to relieve him of that warehouse. We need to transfer all warehouse operations up here.” Moreover, he added, we needed to hire Woodell’s mother to run it. She’d worked for years in the warehouse at Jantzen, the legendary Oregon outfitter, so it wasn’t nepotism, he said. Ma Woodell was perfect for the job. I wasn’t sure I cared. If Woodell was good with it, I was good with it. Plus, the way I saw it: The more Woodells the better.

• From We Were Here (2011)

  WE WERE HERE CaptionMax Page 36 3/23/2011 together, and I said hello. And he’s younger than me. Like much younger than me. And it’s been a powerful, powerful experience to love and be very close to someone who’s younger than me, who did not have the experience that I had with the AIDS epidemic and all that terrible loss... 2:22:14 ON-SCREEN TEXT (on banner) AIDS HEALTH PROJECT 2:22:14 ED (VO/ON) (CONT’D) and go on with my life having that inside me and- and it not be the all-consuming experience that I had had. And as much as I think about my father and what he went through in the war, I don’t want like my war to do to me what it did to him. 2:22:44 PAUL (VO/ON) In January of two thousand seven, I became the executive director of a um, GLBT Historical Society in San Francisco. And uh, and it surprised me that basically the conversation about AIDS that I had been having for so many years wasn’t still going on in that group or in the community of- the GLBT community of San Francisco. Because for me it had continued, ‘cause I was doing international AIDS work and working with AIDS groups. So suddenly no one was talking about AIDS. Peo- there weren’t people with AIDS who everyone was sort of uh-- or where there-- If they were around, they were, took me a while to figure out who they were. (chuckles) And uh, an entire, you know, part of uh, um, of how I had perceived the community had changed. 2:23:33 EILEEN (VO/ON) I don’t have to worry when I’m old, you know, in looking back at my life, that I didn’t do anything. And in terms of my politics, this was the thing that I got to do the most. Without all these people participating in these clinical trials, we would not be where we are today. And I really wish that some of them were around today to see where we are, because I don’t know, they just gave a lot. 2:24:16 GUY (VO/ON) This tragedy, it taught us how to be humble, it taught us how to be honest, it taught us how to- to love in spite of- of what’s at the end of the tunnel. You know, how to be a little bit more considerate of another person. It-- (sighs) It showed us how to find spirituality. It taught me. I can only speak for myself. It taught me how to find my spirit and how to, you know, make my flame brighter.

• From Shoe Dog: A Memoir by the Creator of Nike (2016)

  WHEN IT CAME rolling in, the money affected us all. Not much, and not for long, because none of us was ever driven by money. But that’s the nature of money. Whether you have it or not, whether you want it or not, whether you like it or not, it will try to define your days. Our task as human beings is not to let it. I bought a Porsche. I tried to buy the Los Angeles Clippers, and wound up in a lawsuit with Donald Sterling. I wore sunglasses everywhere, indoors and out. There’s a photo of me in a ten-gallon gray cowboy hat—I don’t know where or when or why. I had to get it all out of my system. Even Penny wasn’t immune. Overcompensating for the insecurity of her childhood, she walked around with thousands of dollars in her purse. She bought hundreds of staples, like rolls of toilet paper, at a time. It wasn’t long before we were back to normal. Now, to the extent that she and I ever think about money, we focus our efforts on a few specific causes. We give away $100 million each year, and when we’re gone we’ll give away most of what’s left. At the moment we’re in the midst of building a gleaming new basketball facility at the University of Oregon. The Matthew Knight Arena. The logo at half court will be Matthew’s name in the shape of a torii gate. From the profane to the sacred... We’re also finishing construction on a new athletic facility, which we plan to dedicate to our mothers, Dot and Lota. On a plaque next to the entrance will go an inscription: Because mothers are our first coaches. Who can say how differently everything would have turned out if my mother hadn’t stopped the podiatrist from surgically removing that wart and hobbling me for an entire track season? Or if she hadn’t told me I could run fast? Or if she hadn’t bought that first pair of Limber Ups, putting my father in his place? Whenever I go back to Eugene, and walk the campus, I think of her. Whenever I stand outside Hayward Field, I think of the silent race she ran. I think of all the many races that each of us have run. I lean against the fence and look at the track and listen to the wind, thinking of Bowerman with his string tie blowing behind him. I think of Pre, God love him. Turning, looking over my shoulder, my heart leaps. Across the street stands the William Knight Law School. A very serious- looking edifice. No one ever jackasses around in there. I CAN’T SLEEP. I can’t stop thinking about that blasted movie, The Bucket List. Lying in the dark, I ask myself again and again, What’s on yours? Pyramids? Check. Himalayas? Check. Ganges? Check. So... nothing? I think about the few things I want to do. Help a couple of universities change the world.

• From Memoirs of Fanny Hill (1749)

  I was scarce, however, well warm in my new abode, when going out one morning pretty early to enjoy the freshness of it, in the pleasing outlet of the fields, accompanied only by a maid, whom I had newly hired, as we were carelessly walking among the trees, we were alarmed with the noise of a violent coughing: turning our heads towards which, we distinguished a plain well dressed elderly gentleman, who, attacked with a sudden fit, was so much overcome, as to be forced to give way to it and sit down at the foot of a tree, where he seemed suffocating with the severity of it, being perfectly black in the face; not less moved than frightened with which, I flew on the instant to his relief, and using the rote of practice I had observed on the like occasion, I loosened his cravat and clapped him on the back; but whether to any purpose, or whether the cough had had its course, I know not, but the fit immediately went off; and now recovered to his speech and legs, he returned me thanks with as much emphasis as if I had saved his life. This naturally engaging a conversation, he acquainted me where he lived, which was at a considerable distance from where I met him, and where he had strayed insensibly on the same intention of a morning walk. He was, as I afterwards learned in the course of the intimacy which this little accident gave birth to, an old bachelor, turned of sixty, but of a fresh vigorous complexion, insomuch that he scarce marked five and forty, having never racked his constitution by permitting his desires to over-tax his ability. As to his birth and conditions, his parents, honest and failed mechanics, had, by the best traces he could get of them, left him an infant orphan on the parish; so that it was from a charity-school, that, by honesty and industry, he made his way into a merchant’s counting house, from whence, being sent to a house in Cadiz, he there, by his talents and activity, acquired not only a fortune, but an immense one, with which he returned to his native country; where he could not, however, fish out so much as one single relation out of the obscurity he was born in. Taking then a taste for refinement, and pleased to enjoy life, like a mistress in the dark, he flowed his days in all the ease of opulence, without the least parade of it; and, rather studying the concealment than the shew of a fortune, looked down on a world he perfectly knew himself, to his wish, unknown and unmarked by.

• From The Case for God (2009)

  ALSO BY KAREN ARMSTRONG Through the Narrow Gate: A Memoir of Life In and Out of the Convent Beginning the World The First Christian: St. Paul’s Impact on Christianity Tongues of Fire: An Anthology of Religious and Poetic Experience The Gospel According to Woman: Christianity’s Creation of the Sex War in the West Holy War: The Crusades and Their Impact on Today’s World The English Mystics of the Fourteenth Century Muhammad: A Biography of the Prophet A History of God: The 4,000-Year Quest of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam Jerusalem: One City, Three Faiths In the Beginning: A New Interpretation of Genesis The Battle for God Islam: A Short History Buddha: A Penguin Life The Spiral Staircase: My Climb Out of Darkness A Short History of Myth The Great Transformation: The Beginning of Our Religious Traditions The Bible: A Biography For Joan Brown Campbell Contents Introduction PART I The Unknown God (30,000 BCE TO 1500 CE ) ONE Homo religiosus TWO God THREE Reason FOUR Faith FIVE Silence SIX Faith and Reason PART II The Modern God (1500 CE TO THE PRESENT ) SEVEN Science and Religion EIGHT Scientific Religion NINE Enlightenment TEN Atheism ELEVEN Unknowing TWELVE Death of God? Epilogue Acknowledgments Notes Glossary Selected Bibliography Acknowledgments As always, I have so many people to thank. First, my agents, Felicity Bryan, Peter Ginsberg, and Andrew Nurnberg, who have given me indispensable encouragement, affection, and support for so many years, as well as my wonderful editors, Jane Garrett, Robbert Ammerlaan, Louise Dennys, and Will Sulkin. I know how fortunate I am to have each one of you as a beloved friend and colleague. But I must also express my gratitude to Michele Topham, Jackie Head, and Carole Robinson in Felicity Bryan’s office for their unfailing patience, kindness, and practical help, and to Leslie Levine, Jane Garrett’s assistant at Knopf. Many thanks, too, to the host of people who have worked on the text and production of this book with such skill, dedication, and commitment: Louise Collazo, Wesley Gott, Ellen Feldman, Claire Bradley Ong, Gabriele Wilson, and Jörg Hensgen. Finally, my thanks to the publicists, some of whom have become old and valued friends after our years on the road together: Sheila O’Shea, Kim Thornton, Sheila Kay, Laura Hassan, and Francien Schuursma. It is a joy to work with each and every one of you. In the autumn of 2007, I had the good fortune to give the William Belden Noble Lectures at Harvard University, which gave me the opportunity to present some of the ideas that I have developed in this book. I also aired some of these themes at the Chautauqua Institution in the summer of 2008. I want to thank all my friends at the Harvard Memorial Church (especially the Faith & Life Forum) and at Chautauqua, who have listened to me so loyally and kindly over the years and given me such encouragement.

• From History of the Christian Church: The Complete Set of Eight Volumes (1858)

  The account of the apostolic period, which forms the divine-human basis of the whole structure of history, or the ever-living fountain of the unbroken stream of the church, is here necessarily short and not intended to supersede my larger work, although it presents more than a mere summary of it, and views the subject in part under new aspects. For the history of the second period, which constitutes the body of this volume, large use has been made of the new sources of information recently brought to light, such as the Syriac and Armenian Ignatius, and especially the Philosophoumena of Hippolytus. The bold and searching criticism of modern German historians as applied to the apostolic and post-apostolic literature, though often arbitrary and untenable in its results, has nevertheless done good service by removing old prejudices, placing many things in a new light, and conducing to a comprehensive and organic view of the living process and gradual growth of ancient Christianity in its distinctive character, both in its unity with, and difference from, the preceding age of the apostles and the succeeding systems of Catholicism and Protestantism. And now I commit this work to the great Head of the church with the prayer that, under his blessing, it may aid in promoting a correct knowledge of his heavenly kingdom on earth, and in setting forth its history as a book if life, a storehouse of wisdom and piety, and surest test of his own promise to his people: "Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world." P. S. Theological Seminary, Mercersburg, Pennsylvania, November, 8, 1858 PREFACE TO THIRD REVISION ——————————— The continued demand for my Church History lays upon me the grateful duty of keeping it abreast of the times. I have, therefore, submitted this and the other volumes (especially the second) to another revision and brought the literature down to the latest date, as the reader will see by glancing at pages 2, 35, 45, 51–53, 193, 411, 484, 569, 570, etc. The changes have been effected by omissions and condensations, without enlarging the size. The second volume is now passing through the fifth edition, and the other volumes will follow rapidly. This is my last revision. If any further improvements should be necessary during my lifetime, I shall add them in a separate appendix. I feel under great obligation to the reading public which enables me to perfect my work. The interest in Church History is steadily increasing in our theological schools and among the rising generation of scholars, and promises good results for the advancement of our common Christianity. The Author New York, January, 1890. GENERAL INTRODUCTION——————————— Literature C. Sagittarius: Introductio in historiam ecclesiasticam. Jen. 1694. F. Walch: Grundsätze der zur K. Gesch. nöthigen Vorbereitungslehren u. Bücherkenntnisse. 3d ed. Giessen, 1793. Flügge: Einleitung in das Studium u. die Liter. der K. G. Gött. 1801.

• From The Case for God (2009)

  During the last year, it has been a great delight and privilege to work with TED Conferences on the Charter for Compassion, an attempt to implement practically the thesis of this book. Thanks especially to Chris Anderson and Amy Novogratz, and to all the TED-sters who have contributed to this project with such extraordinary generosity, creativity, and awe-inspiring commitment. It has been an inspiration. Finally, a big thank-you to Eve, Gary, Stacey, and Amy Mott and to Michelle Stevenson, who make it possible for me to do my work by looking after Poppy so devotedly during my many absences. I could not have managed without any of you. Permissions Acknowledgments Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint previously published material: Franciscan Institute Publications: Excerpts from The Journey of Mind to God by St. Bonaventure from The Works of Saint Bonaventure , translated by Philotheus Boehner and M. Francis Laughlin. Reprinted by permission of Franciscan Institute Publications, The Franciscan Institute, St. Bonaventure University, St. Bonaventure, New York 14778. Hackett Publishing Company: Excerpts from “Apology” and “Phaedo,” translated by G. M. A. Grube, and “Phaedrus” and “Symposium,” translated by Alexander Nehamas and Paul Woodruff, from Plato: The Complete Works , edited by John M. Cooper. Reprinted by permission of Hackett Publishing Company. What’s next on your reading list? Discover your next great read! Get personalized book picks and up-to-date news about this author. Sign up now. A Note About the Author Karen Armstrong is one of the world’s leading commentators on religious affairs. She is a best-selling author whose books have been translated into forty-five languages. Her early work focused on the monotheistic faiths of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, but she has since begun to explore the Eastern religions. Since September 11, 2001, she has become known chiefly for her work on Islam and Fundamentalism, particularly in the United States. She has addressed members of the U.S. Congress on three occasions; lectured to policy makers at the U.S. State Department; participated in the World Economic Forum in New York, Jordan, and Davos; and addressed the Council on Foreign Relations in Washington, D.C., and New York. She has also advised members of the Dutch parliament about Islam and the integration of Muslim communities in Europe. In 2005, she was appointed by Kofi Annan to take part in the United Nations initiative the Alliance of Civilizations, sponsored by the prime ministers of Spain and Turkey to counter the “clash of civilizations” theory; its object was to give practical guidelines to member states about how to stem the rising tide of extremism. She was one of the members of the High Level Group, a panel of twenty people from every region of the world who did not represent their countries but had been chosen for their expertise in this matter. Karen Armstrong is now a UN ambassador for the Alliance.

• From Ulysses (Kindle edition — verify full work) (1922)

  Words cannot begin to express the profundity of my thanks to Melissa Harris-Perry, who not only served as my mentor for my Woodrow Wilson National Foundation Career Enhancement Fellowship, but also graciously welcomed me as a visiting scholar and fellow at the Anna Julia Cooper Project on Gender, Race, and Politics in the South, of which she is the founding director, at Tulane University. For her constant enthusiastic support, model work, advice, and encouragement, especially as I completed the book revisions and beyond, I am forever grateful. Similarly, special thanks go to Sara Kugler, whose presence and cordial spirit always made work more pleasant. Morgan Franklin, my student researcher at Tulane, and Yolande Tomilson, my graduate research assistant at Emory, deserve my sincere thanks. I also extend enormous heartfelt thanks to the late Rudolph Byrd, Evelyn Crawford, Sandra Duvivier, Melissa Harris-Perry, Cheryl Hicks, Candice Jenkins, Esther Jones, Calinda Lee, and Reanna Ursin for their intellectual generosity and critical feedback on the manuscript. I owe a very special expression of gratitude to Cathy Schlund-Vials, an amazing person and friend, for her always intelligent, deeply appreciated feedback on the manuscript in its entirety, as well as incredible support of this book. I also extend my profound thanks to Robert Reid-Pharr for his brilliant feedback, model scholarship, and enthusiastic support of this project; in each encounter, I have been impressed by his intelligence, approachability, and refreshing humor, which always leave me yearning for more academics like him in this world. Last and certainly not least, I was so very fortunate to embark upon this intellectual journey with Catherine Adams, Stephanie Evans, Adam Linker, and Zebulon Miletsky; for intellectual stimulation, camaraderie, and so many incredibly good times, especially when I needed them most, I express my deep gratitude. Special thanks go to the personal and/or professional friends who have truly made this journey not only endurable but, indeed, pleasant: Tina Alpough, Evelyn Crawford, Durriyyah Johnson, Janaka Bowman Lewis, Carolyn Powell, Cathy Schlund-Vials, Halima Narcisse Smith, Letitia Thompson-Hargrave, Howard Ramsby II, Joy Wilson, and Nazera Wright. Without Kimberly Juanita Brown, Esther Jones, Keisha-Khan Perry, and Reanna Ursin, this "life of the mind" would be far less enjoyable, and so, I thank each of them for inspiring me with her brilliance and enriching my life with their friendships. Also, words (at least none in the English language) cannot even begin to express the profundity of my thanks and respectful affection to Sandra Duvivier, Jamie Gray, and Calandra Tate Moore, my "inner circle" and dearest friends, whom I am eternally grateful the universe saw fit to situate in my life; our nearly half-lifelong friendships are priceless and have provided me with a more balanced, pleasurable, and humor-filled existence beyond the academy.

• From Educated (2018)

  From Tyler’s wife, Stefanie, I would learn the story of this letter, how in the days after my father had threatened disownment, Tyler had gone to bed every night saying aloud to himself, over and over, “What am I supposed to do? She’s my sister.” When I heard this story, I made the only good decision I had made for months: I enrolled in the university counseling service. I was assigned to a sprightly middle-aged woman with tight curls and sharp eyes, who rarely spoke in our sessions, preferring to let me talk it out, which I did, week after week, month after month. The counseling did nothing at first—I can’t think of a single session I would describe as “helpful”—but their collective power over time was undeniable. I didn’t understand it then, and I don’t understand it now, but there was something nourishing in setting aside that time each week, in the act of admitting that I needed something I could not provide for myself. Tyler sent the letter to my parents. That winter I spent many hours on the phone with him and Stefanie, who became a sister to me. They were available whenever I needed to talk, and back then I needed to talk quite a lot. Tyler paid a price for that letter, though the price is hard to define. He was not disowned, or at least his disownment was not permanent. Eventually he worked out a truce with my father, but their relationship may never be the same. I’ve apologized to Tyler more times than I can count for what I’ve cost him, but the words are awkwardly placed and I stumble over them. What is the proper arrangement of words? How do you craft an apology for weakening someone’s ties to his father, to his family? Perhaps there aren’t words for that. How do you thank a brother who refused to let you go, who seized your hand and wrenched you upward, just as you had decided to stop kicking and sink? There aren’t words for that, either. —WINTER WAS LONG THAT YEAR, the dreariness punctuated only by my weekly counseling sessions and the odd sense of loss, almost bereavement, I felt whenever I finished one TV series and had to find another. Then it was spring, then summer, and finally as summer turned to fall, I found I could read with focus. I could hold thoughts in my head besides anger and self-accusation. I returned to the chapter I had written nearly two years before at Harvard. Again I read Hume, Rousseau, Smith, Godwin, Wollstonecraft and Mill. Again I thought about the family. There was a puzzle in it, something unresolved. What is a person to do, I asked, when their obligations to their family conflict with other obligations—to friends, to society, to themselves? I began the research. I narrowed the question, made it academic, specific.

• From Love 2.0: Finding Happiness and Health in Moments of Connection (2013)

  Yet I’ve been blessed with many teachers, formal and informal, who have guided and inspired me to live with more heart each day. Among my formal teachers, I call out Sharon Salzberg, Guy Armstrong, Mark Coleman, and Sally Armstrong for the teachings they offered during a weeklong silent retreat on loving-kindness meditation that I sat in January 2010 at the Insight Meditation Society in Barre, Massachusetts. That experience was nothing short of soul-stirring. I also thank Rita Benn, Jeff Brantley, Mary Brantley, Jon Kabat-Zinn, Yun Lu, Sandra Finkel, Libby Outlaw, Jaime Powell, and Sharon Salzberg (again) for helping me to learn, both as a scholar and a human, about the practice of meditation. I’ve also learned so much about love, compassion, forgiveness—and color—through my lifelong friendship with my sister, Jeanne Gallaher. Plus I thank those who shared with me their heartfelt experiences of living with love through difficult passages—Donna, Erika, Laura, and Jeremy. I hope that their stories, which I present in part II of this book, will move and inspire you as much as they move and inspire me. Still my most cherished teachers—my two sons, Crosby and Garrett, alongside my husband and soul mate, Jeff Chappell. We four have now been joined by my boys’ two “kitty boys”—Zeus and Apollo—who seem to know an awful lot about positivity resonance already. Every day I learn something new from my family about how to open my heart to love. Singularly most inspiring and important of all, Jeff has, from the day we first met in that strawberry patch, taught me how love really works and opened my eyes to the poignant limits of my entrenched ivory tower habits. His natural gifts for seeing and acting from his heart, together with his courageous honesty, have taught me, year by year, to fully trust his instincts and wisdom, so much so that he was always the first to read and critique each word and chapter of this book. Just like our beloved ocean, my love for Jeff crests and renews endlessly, reinforcing our lifelong bond. Recommended Reading Brach, Tara (2003). Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life with the Heart of a Buddha. New York: Bantam. Brantley, Mary and Hanauer, Tesilya (2008). The Gift of Loving-Kindness: 100 Mindful Practices for Compassion, Generosity and Forgiveness. Oakland, CA: New Harbinger. Cacioppo, John T. and Patrick, William (2008). Loneliness: Human Nature and the Need for Social Connection. New York: W. W. Norton. The Dalai Lama (2001). An Open Heart: Practicing Compassion in Everyday Life. Boston: Little, Brown. de Waal, Frans (2009). The Age of Empathy: Nature’s Lessons for a Kinder Society. New York: Three Rivers Press. Ehrenreich, Barbara (2009). Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America. New York: Metropolitan Books. Fredrickson, Barbara L (2009). Positivity: Groundbreaking Research Reveals How to Embrace the Hidden Strength of Positive Emotions, Overcome Negativity, and Thrive. New York: Crown. Germer, Christopher K. and Siegel, Ronald D.

• From Ulysses (Kindle edition — verify full work) (1922)

  I reserve my utmost heartfelt gratitude for my family, whose deep, unyielding love and indomitable support have sustained me throughout this endeavor. My parents, Sterling and Ramona, have never lost faith in my abilities to succeed triumphantly and have been unceasing in their encouragement, optimism, generosity of spirit, and selfless support. I am everything I am, entirely and indubitably, because of them, and words could never begin to express or encompass my profound love for and gratitude to them. My sisters Drs. Trina and Trichelle, by earning professional degrees in fields in which African American women are underrepresented, have defied odds, invalidated stereotypes, and served as both personal and professional models for me. I owe my success, in large part, to their exceptional examples. My younger sister, Trichlyn, has forever impressed me with her vibrance, resilience, intelligence, and professional drive; her fortitude, easy laughter, and professional success continue to inspire me. Furthermore, my existence and this project have been enriched tremendously by the likes and lives, fierce determination, and always welcome presence and good humor of Sepehr Saeedi and Alan Wise. Last, my nephews, Shuwn, Sterling Ramon, Aaron, Ian, Aidan, Caleb, Brody, and Owen have always provided warm, pleasant, loving, and welcome distractions from the tediousness and rigidity of writing; I love and thank them dearly, as well as await all that their promising futures hold. Last and certainly not least, my grandparents-living in this world and "up yonder"-never ever cease to inspire me; their love and impression on me are undeniable, and I hope I have to some extent, if even fractionally, made them proud.

• From Ulysses (Kindle edition — verify full work) (1922)

  Without the generous financial support of several foundations and institutions, this book may well not have seen the light of day. I express my utmost gratitude to the UNCF-Mellon Mays University Fellows Program, especially Cynthia Neal Spence; Andrew W.Mellon Foundation, especially Lydia English and Armando Bengochea; Woodrow Wilson National Fellowship Foundation, especially Richard Hope, Bill Mitchell, and Caryl McFarland; Social Science Research Council, especially Cally Waite; and Fulbright Commission, especially Reiner Rohr. Additionally, this book was made possible by financial assistance from the Ruth Landes Memorial Research Fund, a program of The Reed Foundation. Loyola University New Orleans awarded me two generous sources of funding: a Marquette and a Bobet fellowship. I also thank the staff members at the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture at the New York Public Library; the Manuscript, Archives, and Rare Book Library at Emory University; the Moorland-Spingarn Research Center at Howard University; the Schlesinger Library of Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University; and the Amistad Research Center at Tulane University, especially Christopher Harter, to whom I express special thanks for an image, Figure 3.1, used in this book. As I have had the marvelously good fortune of being a visiting scholar and fellow at Emory University's James Weldon Johnson Institute for Advanced Interdisciplinary Studies (JWJI), I am especially indebted to the founding director, the late Rudolph P.Byrd, a trusted advisor, charismatic scholar and human, and model of protocol. A host of individuals at Emory enriched my project and fellowship period: Calinda Lee, Dorcas Ford Jones, Robbie Lieberman, Joshua Price, Tekla Johnson, Mab Segrest, Bill Turner, Evelyn Crawford, Chandra Mountain, Erica Bruckho, and Yolande Tomilson, all in some way affiliated with the JWJI, and Martina Brownley and the Fox Humanities Center. Amy Benson Brown, Randall Burkett, Frances Smith Foster, Brett Gadsden, Bill Gruber, Leslie Harris, Lynne Huffer, Larry Jackson, Mark Sanders, and Kimberly Wallace-Sanders at Emory also deserve my thanks. My most profound and heartfelt gratitude goes especially to Natasha Trethewey, a kindred spirit whose continual encouragement, advice, and unrelenting support have been as welcome and enormously appreciated as her poetics and friendship. I am so incredibly thankful for the crossing of our paths, as she will never fully know that I have traveled and endured this journey far longer, more courageously, and with head and shoulders elevated higher precisely because of her.

• From Ulysses (Kindle edition — verify full work) (1922)

  Title : Unbought and Unbossed: Transgressive Black Women, Sexuality, and Representation Author: Trimiko Melancon ASIN : B00OZFBONI [image file=img/img0000.jpg] [image file=img/page0001_0000.svg] [image file=img/page0002_0000.svg] Transgressive Black Women, Sexuality, and Representation TRIMIKO MELANCON [image file=img/img0001.jpg] [image file=img/page0002_0001.svg] [image file=img/page0002_0002.svg] [image file=img/page0003_0000.svg] [image file=img/page0003_0001.svg] [image file=img/page0003_0002.svg] [image file=img/page0003_0003.svg] [image file=img/page0003_0004.svg] [image file=img/page0004_0000.svg] [image file=img/page0006_0000.svg] Acknowledgments Introduction: Disrupting Dissemblance 1 "New World Black and New World Woman": Or, Beyond the Classical Black Female Script 2 Toward an Aesthetic of Transgression: Ann Allen Shockley's Loving Her and the Politics of Same-Gender Loving 3 Negotiating Cultural Politics 4 "That Way Lies Madness": Sexuality, Violent Excess, and Perverse Desire 5 "Between a Rock and a Hard Place": Gloria Naylor's The Women of Brewster Place Conclusion: "Without Fear of Reprisals": Representation in the Age of Michelle Obama Notes Bibliography Index [image file=img/page0008_0000.svg] Expressing one's appreciation should never be a meaningless task, but rather a moment filled with heartfelt sincerity. This book has benefited from the cumulative support of so many, to whom I am grateful. For their guidance, generous support, and critical feedback especially during the foundational stages, I extend the profundity of my thanks to James Smethurst, Esther Terry, John Bracey, Andrea Rushing, and Paula Giddings. Words cannot convey how especially grateful I am to Jim Smethurst, whose unwavering support, encouragement, and good humor lifted me at various turns along this journey. No lesser expression of gratitude goes to Paula Giddings, a remarkable source of inspiration and earnest support, as her everwelcome advice, encouragement, unrelenting faith in me, and generosity of spirit-especially during our invaluably brilliant clarifying "book conversations" stateside and abroad-have enabled Unbought and Unbossed to march into fruition. To the W.E.B.Du Bois Department of Afro-American Studies at the University of Massachusetts Amherst, I extend my gratitude for the enormous support-intellectual, financial, and otherwisethat has provided the foundations of my professional and scholarly development, nourished me as a professional and person, and further cultivated my desire for intellectual rigor and social justice. Others have had a remarkably indelible impact in ways that may never be fully transparent to them. For her pioneering scholarship, as well as intellectual and pedagogical influence on me, Mary Helen Washington-who may never know the depth of her imprint on me while I studied with her as a visiting graduate student at University of Maryland and beyond-deserves my thanks. I am especially grateful to Thadious Davis for her "warmest best wishes," intellectual support, model work, and brilliant advice, which was instrumental in my extended fellowship at Emory. Trudier Harris has been not only a constant source of inspiration, but also a model scholar and professional confidante. I also thank Joanne Gabbin and the Wintergreen Collective for paving a path and welcoming me.

• From Shoe Dog: A Memoir by the Creator of Nike (2016)

  So we invented a water-based bonding agent that gives off no fumes, thereby eliminating 97 percent of the carcinogens in the air. Then we gave this invention to our competitors, handed it over to anyone who wanted it. They all did. Nearly all of them now use it. One of many, many examples. We’ve gone from a target of reformers to a dominant player in the factory reform movement. Today the factories that make our products are among the best in the world. An official at the United Nations recently said so: Nike is the gold standard by which we measure all apparel factories. Out of the sweatshop crisis also came the Girl Effect, a massive Nike effort to break the generational cycles of poverty in the bleakest corners of the world. Along with the United Nations and other corporate and government partners, the Girl Effect is spending tens of millions of dollars in a smart, tough, global campaign to educate and connect and lift up young girls. Economists, sociologists, not to mention our own hearts, tell us that, in many societies, young girls are the most economically vulnerable, and vital, demographic. So helping them helps all. Whether striving to end child marriage in Ethiopia, or building safe spaces for teenage girls in Nigeria, or launching a magazine and radio show that deliver powerful, inspiring messages to young Rwandans, the Girl Effect is changing millions of lives, and the best days of my week, month, year, are those when I receive the glowing reports from its front lines. I’d do anything to go back, to make so many different decisions, which might or might not have averted the sweatshop crisis. But I can’t deny that the crisis has led to miraculous change, inside and outside Nike. For that I must be grateful. Of course, there will always be the question of wages. The salary of a Third World factory worker seems impossibly low to Americans, and I understand. Still, we have to operate within the limits and structures of each country, each economy; we can’t simply pay whatever we wish to pay. In one country, which shall be nameless, when we tried to raise wages, we found ourselves called on the carpet, summoned to the office of a top government official and ordered to stop. We were disrupting the nation’s entire economic system, he said. It’s simply not right, he insisted, or feasible, that a shoe worker makes more than a medical doctor. Change never comes as fast as we want it. I think constantly of the poverty I saw while traveling the world in the 1960s. I knew then that the only answer to such poverty is entry-level jobs. Lots of them. I didn’t form this theory on my own. I heard it from every economics professor I ever had, at both Oregon and Stanford, and everything I saw and read thereafter backed it up. International trade always, always benefits both trading nations.

• From Ulysses (Kindle edition — verify full work) (1922)

  At Loyola University New Orleans, I am incredibly fortunate to have not only a vibrant, supportive, and affable cadre of colleagues, but also an intellectual home. To former Provost Ed Kvet; former Dean Jo Ann Cruz; Dean Maria Calzada of the College of Humanities and Natural Sciences; my department chair, John Biguenet; and my colleagues in the Department of English, I extend my deepest thanks. I owe a very special expression of gratitude to Katherine Adams-my former chair and an absolutely marvelous person and colleague-for her steadfast advice, enthusiasm, and good humor; Kate has showered me with much support, which has helped garner fellowships, and I am deeply appreciative. Many thanks go to Barbara Ewell and especially my faculty mentor, John Mosier, a generous and dedicated advisor, for professional support, goodwill, and necessary good laughs over countless good meals, and to Chris Schaberg for his incredibly jovial, intelligent, and ever-willing support and inspiration as I completed this book. I also benefited from colleagues and institutional support at St. Lawrence University, Auburn University, and Freie Universitat (Free University) in Berlin, Germany, during my time as a J.William Fulbright Scholar of American Literature and American Studies. For that amazing intellectual and personal experience, I am thankful to my colleagues in the Department of Literature: Ulla Haselstein especially for serving as my mentor, as well as Catrin Gersdorf, Andrew Gross, and MaryAnn Snyder-Korber, who were incredibly welcoming and brilliant-inviting me to present my research at the colloquium, while also providing an international venue in which to engage, research, and teach race and black feminist theories, literary studies, and African American studies. Sehr vielen dank!