“A sense of injustice is like a thorn, dully throbbing under one’s heart. For some, the anger, like grief, eases with time.  One must not be angry. Anger is such an unsightly, unwelcome emotion, especially for a woman. To preserve the peace, one must turn a blind eye to the injustices of the world. No one has the resilience to go against the tide. Unless… you have the stamina of a machine.”