"...she may recognize that in an essential way she had been defined simply by her purely biological usefulness to her species."
(Gilbert and Gubar 261)
Literary criticism never ceases to amaze me. To draw a conclusion of a woman's work of literature actually reflecting a regret of not having a child bothers me. It bothers me because I want to buy into that theory and at the same time I want a woman's work to have nothing to do with her gender. We don't spend time discussing whether or not a man's work had anything to do with his biological clock. And I see the importance of gender, but at the same time I wish it could be second to the actual "blots on the page."