de beauvoir - les possibles - her name for her possible lives (“Given the various disjointed accounts she gives, and her obvious feelings of being torn between possible lives, it doesn’t take a great stretch of the imagination to see how he might have felt this way. (She even had a name for her possible lives – she called them mes possibles, my possibles”))
Ovid - book 2 -
Enrobed in purple vestments Phoebus sat,
High on a throne of gleaming emeralds
Attending him one ither side stood Day
And Month and Year and Century, and Hours
Disposed at equal intervals between
Young Spring was there, with coronet of flowers,
And naked Summer, garlanded with grain;
Autumn was there with trampled vintage stained,
And icy Winter, rime upon his locks
de beauvoir - les possibles - her name for her possible lives (“Given the various disjointed accounts she gives, and her obvious feelings of being torn between possible lives, it doesn’t take a great stretch of the imagination to see how he might have felt this way. (She even had a name for her possible lives – she called them mes possibles, my possibles”))
Becoming Beauvoir - Kate Kirkpatrick
The irony of running into someone I once dated this week outside the RA