The Yellow Wall Paper (1901)

The Yellow Wall Paper (1901) by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (18601935)
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Charlotte Perkins Gilman ( née Perkins; July 3, 1860 August 17, 1935), also known as Charlotte Perkins Stetson, her first married name, was a prominent American humanist, novelist, writer of short stories, poetry, and nonfiction, and a lecturer for social reform. She was a utopian feminist and served as a role model for future generations of feminists because of her unorthodox concepts and lifestyle. She has been inducted into the National Women's Hall of Fame. Her best remembered work today is her semi-autobiographical short story "The Yellow Wallpaper", which she wrote after a severe bout of postpartum psychosis. (wikipédia)
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It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.
A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity,but that would be asking too much of fate!
Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it.
Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted?
John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.
John is practical in the extreme. He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he ?scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures.
John is a physician, and perhaps(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster.
You see, he does not believe I am sick!
And what can one do?
If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression,a slight hysterical tendency,what is one to do?
My brother is also a physician, and ?also of high standing, and he says the same thing.
So I take phosphates or phosphites,whichever it is,and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to "work" until I am well again.
Personally I disagree with their ideas.
Personally I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.
But what is one to do?
I did write for a while in spite of them; but it does exhaust me a good dealhaving to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.
I sometimes fancy that in my condition if I had less opposition and more ?society and stimulusbut John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad.
So I will let it alone and talk about the house.

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