The PostcardsI'm imposing a severe censorship on myselfSeveral days went by without any word from the philosophy teacher. Tomorrow was Thursday, May 17-- Norway's national day. School would be closed on the 18th as well. As they walked home
Hellenism... a spark from the fireAlthough the philosophy teacher had begun sending his letters directly to the old hedge, Sophie nevertheless looked in the mailbox on Monday morning, more out of habit than anything else.It was empty, not surprising
Aristotle...a meticulous organizer who wanted to clarify our concepts While her mother was taking her afternoon nap, Sophie went down to the den. She had put a lump of sugar in the pink envelope and written "To Alberto" on the outside.Ther
The Major's Cabin... the girl in the mirror winked with both eyesIt was only a quarter past seven. There was no need to hurry home. Sophie's mother always took it easy on Sundays, so she would probably sleep for another two hours.Should she
Plato a longing to return to the realm of the soulSophie woke with a start early the next morning. She glanced at the clock. It was only a little after five but she was so wide awake that she sat up in bed. Why was she wearing a dress? Then she rem
Athens... several tall buildings had risen from the ruins Early that evening Sophie's mother went to visit a friend. As soon as she was out of the house Sophie went down the garden to the den. There she found a thick package beside the big cooki