Jeanette’s frustration at the feminine gender role
That day I had almost strangled my dog with rage…sweet I was not. But I was a little girl, ergo, I was sweet
Patriarchal succession of power and Jeanette’s rejection of it
Father and son. Father and son. It has always been this way, nothing can intrude…outside, the rebels storm the Winter Palace
Jeanette’s realisation that her gender is the real problem
The devil had attacked me at my weakest point: my inability to realise the limitations of my sex