Name the winds; give thanks for water, blood and life; bow to the goddess—and let’s have no foolishness, please, about her being a virgin. Isis was a mother of the more conventional sort, and did not turn up her nose at sex. Bow as women bow, not in emulation of florid men protesting their sincerity, all laid out flat upon the stone: just the simple inclination owed to the mistress of the house.