He walked out and closed the door. Linda had the feeling that she was imprisoned, not with a lock and key, but by the imposed time limit. She decided to write down what she was going to say in a note-book, and pulled one across the table towards her. When she flipped it open she was confronted with a bad sketch of a seductively posed naked woman. To her surprise she saw it was Martinsson's notepad. But why should that surprise me? she thought. All the men I know spend an enormous amount of mental energy undressing women in their minds.
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Linda felt trapped not by physical restraints but by the urgency of time pressing on her. In an effort to organize her thoughts, she reached for a notebook to jot down her feelings. However, upon opening it, she found herself looking at an unexpected and crude drawing of a naked woman, clearly belonging to Martinsson. This revelation didn’t shock her as much as it could have because she was all too aware of how many men around her were often preoccupied with sexualizing women in their imaginations.

The encounter left Linda contemplating the impact of societal attitudes toward women and how they are often reduced to mere objects of desire in the eyes of men. This moment underscored her sense of frustration and confinement, not just by time but by the expectations and perceptions that surround her. The drawn woman in the notebook symbolized a bigger issue, grounding her thoughts in the reality that the men in her life were often more focused on their fantasies rather than genuine connections.

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