I Think Feminism Has Had A Major

There Is An Indian Story -- At Least I Heard It As An Indian Story -- About An Englishman Who, Having Been Told That The World Rested On A Platform Which Rested On The Back Of An Elephant Which Rested In Turn On The Back Of A Turtle, Asked (perhaps He Was An Ethnographer; It Is The Way They Behave), What Did The Turtle Rest On? Another Turtle. And That Turtle? 'ah, Sahib, After That It Is Turtles All The Way Down

I Think Of Myself As A Writer Who Happens To Be Doing His Writing As An Anthropologist

To See Ourselves As Others See Us Can Be Eye-opening. To See Others As Sharing A Nature With Ourselves Is The Merest Decency. But It Is From The Far More Difficult Achievement Of Seeing Ourselves Amongst Others, As A Local Example Of The Forms Human Life Has Locally Taken, A Case Among Cases, A World Among Worlds, That The Largeness Of Mind, Without Which Objectivity Is Self-congratulation And Tolerance A Sham, Comes.

I Don't Have The Notion That Everybody Has To Write In Some Single Academic Style

Believing, With Max Weber, That Man Is An Animal Suspended In Webs Of Significance He Himself Has Spun, I Take Culture To Be Those Webs, And The Analysis Of It To Be Therefore Not An Experimental Science In Search Of Law But An Interpretive One In Search Of Meaning.