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❝ she spouts off some magical diagnosis and we are all supposed to applaud? ❞
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A WOMAN MUST CONTINUALLY WATCH HERSELF. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping.
From earliest childhood, she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually. And so she comes to consider the surveyor and the surveyed within her as the two constituent yet always distinct elements of her identity as a woman. She has to survey everything that she is and everything that she does because of how she appears to men is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life. Her own sense of being in herself is supplanted by a sense of being appreciated as herself by another.
One might simplify this by saying: men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relations between women and themselves. The surveyor of women in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object—and most particularly an object of vision; a sight.
Enola realized that this must have been how Freya thought. She had spent her whole life being treated like an object. From men. From women. From people who claimed to love her. She lived her entire life as the surveyed female. It sounded absolutely terrible. A fate no one should ever have to suffer through.
"There you are," Klaus groaned. "Finally."
"I was delayed," Elijah informed, strutting into the dining room where Klaus waited with Enola.
"Our guest of honor will be here momentarily," Klaus informed with a smug smile.
"Strange," Elijah drawled. "The house is conspicuously absent of our lupine guests. I do hope it wasn't on my account."
"I sent the werewolves off to spend the day in the bayou to test the limits of their new abilities," Enola explained shortly.
"And the child?" Elijah wondered. "Where is Hope?"
"Napping upstairs," Enola hummed.
"Which should give us just enough time to deal with our family business—and by family business, I mean the woman who claims to be our sister." Klaus informed.
"Niklaus, Rebekah's situation has taken a turn." Elijah announced. "We may need Freya's assistance, so whatever you are planning here—don't."
"All I am planning is a simple chat with a long lost relative," Klaus smiled innocently. "You yourself said to hear her out."
