mrs. lintott

I hesitate to mention this, lest it occasion a sophisticated groan, but it may not have crossed your minds that one of the dons who will interview you may be a woman. I’m reluctant at this stage in the game to expose you to new ideas, but having taught you all history of a strictly non-gender-orientated basis, I just wonder whether it occurs to any of you how dispiriting this can be? Can you, for a moment, imagine how depressing it is to teach five centuries of masculine ineptitude? Why do you think there are no women historians on TV? I’ll tell you why; because history is not such a frolic for women as it is for men. Why should it be, they never get around the conference table? In 1919, for instance, they just arranged the flowers, then gracefully retired. History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind. With the bucket.
—   Mrs. Lintott; History Boys
Can you, for a moment, imagine how depressing it is to teach five centuries of masculine ineptitude? Why do you think there are no woman historians on TV? I’ll tell you why! Because history is not such a frolic for women as it is for men! Why should it be? They never get round the conference table. In 1919 for instance, they just arranged the flowers then gracefully retired. History is commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women, following behind with a bucket.
—  The History Boys
  • Mrs. Lintott: Why do you think there are no women historians on TV?
  • Timms: No tits?
  • Hector: Hit that boy. Hit him.
  • Timms: Sir! You can't, sir.
  • Mrs. Lintott: I’ll tell you why. History's not such a frolic for women as it is for men. Why should it be, they never get around the conference table? In 1919, for instance, they just arranged the flowers, then gracefully retired.
  • Mrs. Lintott: History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind. With the bucket.
  • Mrs. Lintott: Now, Mr Rudge. How do you define history?
  • Rudge: Can I speak freely, miss? Without being hit.
  • Mrs. Lintott: I will protect you.
  • Rudge: How do I define history? It's just one fucking thing after another.
The Utter Randomness of Things

'Oh he's a fool but he was also unlucky. For a start the lollipop lady's only 
on duty a couple of hours. Five minutes later, she'd have gone off. And 
what if the lights had been green? Or if there'd been no children coming?
The smallest of incidents, the junction of a dizzying range of... 
alternatives. Any one of which could have had a different outcome.
 If I was... a bold teacher - if I was you, even - I could spend a lesson 
dissecting what the headmaster insists on calling "this unfortunate 
incident" and it would teach the boys more about history and the utter 
randomness of things than... well, than I've ever managed to do, so far.' 
			-Mrs. Lintott, The History Boys