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Who, surprised and horrified by the fantastic tumult of her drives (for she was made to believe that a well-­adjusted normal woman has a . . . divine composure), hasn’t accused herself of being a monster?

Hélène Cixous, Laugh of the Medusa

Bird-­bodied, girl-­faced things they are; abominable their droppings, their hands are talons, their faces haggard with hunger insatiable

Virgil, Aeneid