The Beginning
I was fairly young when I discovered that I was a bit different – not because of anything particularly special about me, but rather because my father, God rest his soul, was a wee bit absentminded. Well, perhaps more than a wee bit, for he got on with mother for many decades and she was a strong-willed Irish lass. Because he was rather absentminded, however, I learned to read when I was rather young, for father liked to talk about philosophy. This was probably a good thing, as he was a professor of philosophy at the famous University of Heidelberg, one of the first universities in Germany. So, one particularly fine day, my father came home, terribly excited to share the book that had just arrived at the University, because he knew my mother would be impressed. It was the works of Hildegard von Bingen, the abbess who ...