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the waste of intelligence topic/female-subjugation

“You should leave your wife more time.”

“She has all day available.”

“I’m not kidding. If you don’t, you’re guilty not only on a human level but also on a political one.”

“What’s the crime?”

“The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home…

—p.361 Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (The Neapolitan Novels, #3) by Elena Ferrante
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this beautiful house is wasted topic/female-subjugation

[...] And she went on, but taking a self-mocking turn. She wove the praises of her own cleverness, slipping slowly from the luxuries that she had acquired by winning Solara to the solitude of her duties as a bride. Michele, she said, is never here, it’s as if I were getting married by myself. And s…

—p.205 by Elena Ferrante
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he wanted the subtlety of her mind topic/female-subjugation

And she told me things that disturbed me profoundly. She told me that not long before, in that very house, Michele had gotten drunk one night and told her how many women he had been with, the precise number: a hundred and twenty-two, paying and free. You’re on that list, he said emphatically, but y…

—p.297 by Elena Ferrante
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overwhelmed by the monotonous insistence topic/female-subjugation

As soon as we got to our apartment and closed the door we began to make love. At first it was very pleasurable, but the day reserved for me yet another surprising fact. Antonio, my first boyfriend, when he rubbed against me was quick and intense; Franco made great efforts to contain himself but at …

—p.230 by Elena Ferrante
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solitude seemed to me a consolation prize topic/female-subjugation

As for Pietro, the condoms dulled his sensitivity even more, and it took him even longer to reach orgasm, which made him suffer, and made me suffer. Sometimes I made him take me from behind, I had the impression that it was less painful, and while he dealt those violent blows I grabbed his hand and…

—p.253 by Elena Ferrante