Either she rejects it violently, like Colette Audry's heroine who confides to us: Each little child playing in the sand, I loathed him for coming out of a woman I loathed the adults too for lording it over the children, purging them, spanking them, dressing them, shaming them in all ways: women with their soft bodies always ready to bud out with new little ones, men who looked at all this pulp of their women and children belonging to them with a satisfied and independent air.