“It must be hard to be a man,” she said softly. “A woman knows she is part of the world. We are full of life. A woman is the flower and the fruit. We move through time as part of our children. But a man . . .” She turned her head and looked up at me with gentle pity in her eyes. “You are an empty branch. You know when you die, you will leave nothing of any import behind.”

Penthe stroked my chest fondly. “I think that is why you are so full of anger. Maybe you do not have more than women. Maybe the anger in you simply has no place to go. Maybe it is desperate to leave some mark. It hammers at the world. It drives you to rash action. To bickering. To rage. You paint and build and fight and tell stories that are bigger than the truth.” She gave a contented sigh and rested her head on my shoulder, snugging herself firmly into the circle of my arm. “I am sorry to tell you this thing. You are a good man, and a pretty thing. But still, you are only a man. All you have to offer the world is your anger.”

//Patrick Rothfuss, 2011, The Wise Man's Fear

( We can [..] understand quantification as just another robust, clotted form of knowledge that originated in particular situations and enterprises. Par excellence, it displays both plasticity and coherence. Through number, other accomplishments are possible; it is “a technology.” Understanding number as contrived in past work by people is likely to be a rather startling idea for some, yet it is a useful way to understand number as a social phenomenon. )

//Helen Watson – Verran and David Turnbull, 1995, Handbook of Science and Technology Studies: Science and Other Indigenous Knowledge Systems

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