The front pattern does move - and no wonder! The woman behind shakes it!

Sometimes I think there are a great many women behind, and sometimes only one, and she crawls fast, and her crawling shakes it all over.

Then in this very bright spots she keeps still, and in the very shady spots she just takes hold of the bars and shakes them hard. 

And she is all the time trying to climb through. But nobody could climb through that pattern - it strangles so; I think that is why it has so many heads. 

They get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns them upside down, and makes their eyes white!

If those heads were covered or taken off it would not be half so bad.

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkin Gilman

If anybody hasn’t read “The Yellow Wallpaper” by: Charlotte Perkins Gilman, do yourself a favor, and go do it. right now.


I’m going to share with you one of my favorite paragraphs/sections from the story:

Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be. You see I have something more to expect, to look forward too, to watch. I really do eat better, and am more quiet than I was.
    John is so pleased to see me improve! He laughed a little the other day, and said I seemed to be flourishing in spite of my wallpaper.
    I turned it off with a laugh. I had no intention of telling him it was
because of the wallpaper - he would make fun of me. He might even want to take me away.
    I don’t want to leave now until I have found it out. There is a week more, and I think that will be enough.

literature meme | 5/9 short stories The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

It used to disturb me at first.  I thought seriously of  burning the house – to reach the smell.  But now I am used to it.  The only thing I can think of that it is the color of the paper! A yellow smell.
There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the mopboard.  A streak that runs round the room.  It goes behind every piece of furniture, except the bed, a long straight, even smooch as if it had been rubbed over and over.
 I wonder how it was done and who did it, and what they did it for. Round and round and round – round and round and round – it makes me dizzy.