What would your young students say, who have come so far to hear you and prefer your severe lectures to ease of a worldly life, if they should discover you secretly a slave to your passions and a victim of those weaknesses from which your rules secured them?

We are all a slave to our passions

It became evident, that in Paris, only one man could fulfil Heloise’s educational needs, Peter (or as the French called him, Pierre) Abelard, a thirty-seven year old philosopher and teacher

Around the university, he made sure he remained professional, only speaking to me openly in the privacy of his small room or office. His eyes remained cool, jaw clenched towards me in company, just another student amongst many. I grew frustrated, time between our chats and meet ups became longer and longer, and often we would whisper our desires to each other with nothing coming of it.

The power of love is impossible to resist.