ABSTRACT
As I noted, elements emerging from my reading of perspective in four of the subject texts, I was aware that my analysis had mined several seams of a common management theory narrative. I sensed a narrative of my own forming around a few nuggets as I unearthed them from their root metaphors; and a utopian narrative began to shape itself into a fairy tale. And I also listened to another voice, Mary Follett’s, speaking in measured tones from the wings, but her story is unique and follows later.
