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“In the legends that males have invented to explain life, the first human creature is a man named Adam. Eve arrives later, to give him pleasure and cause trouble. In the paintings that adorn churches, God is an old man with a beard, never an old woman with white hair. And all the heroes are males: from Prometheus who discovered fire to Icarus who tried to fly, on down to Jesus whom they call the Son of God and of the Holy Spirit, almost as though the woman giving birth to him were an incubator or a wetnurse.”

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Oriana Fallaci
Oriana Fallaci

Oriana Fallaci (June 29, 1930 – September 15, 2006) was an Italian journalist and author, renowned for her aggressive and incisive interviewing style. Born in Florence, she fought in the Italian resistance during World War II before becoming a journalist. She interviewed numerous world leaders, including Deng Xiaoping, Henry Kissinger, and Yasser Arafat, often challenging them with tough questions. Her works, such as 'Interview with History' and 'The Rage and the Pride,' have left a lasting impact. Fallaci died of cancer in Florence, but her fearless spirit continues to inspire journalists globally. more

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