I am a bit ashamed to admit that back in graduate school, despite the impression that this episode made on my young mind, I didn’t run to my advisers and demand an answer. I didn’t drop everything and dedicate myself to learning about women like the Marquise. That is the stuff of Hollywood movies. Perhaps all too predictably, I kept this experience to myself and went back to my studies; eventually, I wrote a whole dissertation on Kant. But I never forgot about that day in Tanner Library. And my early shame was eventually met with a bit of redemption later. Once I felt more secure in my career, I went back to my earlier question: What had happened to philosophers like her?