Gender as a powerful characteristic THMT

“The pen between my fingers is sensuous, alive almost: I can feel its power…

Pen Is Envy. Aunt Lydia would say.”

“We can be read from it by him,

but we cannot read.” -p94

“There is no such thing as a sterile man anymore, not officially.

There are only women who are fruitful and women who are barren, that's the law.”

He doesn’t mind this, I thought. He doesn’t mind it at all. Maybe he even likes it.

We are not each other’s, anymore. Instead, I am his.

She was not stunned, the way I was. In some strange way she was gleeful,

as if this was what she’d been expecting“