Here is my Sybarite, ready for you to love her as I do. I carried her for three years and twenty-seven centuries until I saw her born in the gardens of Sybaris. That Achaean colony, one of the first to be revived in southern Italy around 725 BC. A city-state, immensely wealthy, democratic, with a peace-loving conscience and a happy populace. A city of gourmets, gluttons, hedonists, music lovers, full of respect for human freedom and citizens full of respect for their fellow man. There I discovered the pure freedom of Helen, still unmarked, before Hesiod listed her among the guilty because she was born a woman. Untouched by the bigotry of male chauvinism because she gives birth. Before the deadly Draco condemned her bodily autonomy by branding it adultery and the polygamous Penelope with her forty lovers was falsified into the loveless weaver of the epic.