Christine makes it her own in the prologue, where she sits weeping and ashamed, wondering why men are so unanimous in attributing wickedness to women and why we should be worse than men since we were also created by God.
Barbara W. Tuchman
Christine makes it her own in the prologue, where she sits weeping and ashamed, wondering why men are so unanimous in attributing wickedness to women and why we should be worse than men since we were also created by God.