How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)
Quote #4
There was nothing he could do; she had done what she felt she had to do because she had been released from terror. From a kind of terrible degradation no man could really understand. From death. And in doing what she did, she had broken all the rules. (9.118)
Bourne thinks that rape is a "terrible degradation no man could really understand." This is at least partially false—men can be raped, too. The novel, though, presents rape as exclusive to women. The Bourne Identity, for all the violence it inflicts on its main character, may be reluctant to have its protagonist identify with certain kinds of victimization or weakness. The point may also be that Bourne experiences Marie's rape as something uniquely horrible, and it is this shock that makes him think differently about what he's doing to her (and possibly to others) through violence.
Quote #5
"And how those cats try to push him in the background. It's disgraceful! Because he adores women; he flatters them and does not make them into little boys, vous comprenez?" (14.86)
Jacqueline Lavier says that her designer, Bergeron (or Carlos), makes dresses that let women look like women. Having the supervillain be the proponent of stereotypical gender roles is a cute touch—and perhaps pushes back a little against the rest of the novel, in which masculine heroes and supportive or absent (or treacherous) females are the norm.
Quote #6
"It's a different world… It's soft and beautiful and frivolous, with lots of tiny spotlights and dark velvet. Nothing's taken seriously except gossip and indulgence. Any one of those giddy people—including that woman—could be a relay for Carlos and never know it, never even suspect it." (18.47)
Bourne describes the world of fashion, which is also a stereotypically feminine world as"soft and beautiful and frivolous." In a way, Bourne sounds almost like he's longing to live in that world and regretting he has to spend his life in the hard, cold, pragmatic world of espionage.
However, Bourne is lying to Marie here. He knows that the relays aren't duped; they know what they're doing. The frivolous, feminine world of fashion has already been thoroughly infiltrated by the hard world of espionage. This particular dream of a separate feminine world in the novel is only a dream within a deception within a deception.