The Yellow Wall-Paper - National Library of Medicine
"I am sitting by the Window in th is Atrocious Nursery."
THE YELLO\N \\TALL-PAPER.
By Cltarlotte Perkins Stetson.
T is very seldom Else, why should it be let so cheaply?
that mere ordi And why have stood so long untenanted?
nary P""ople like John laughs at me, of course, but one
John and myself expects that in marriage.
secure ancestral John is practical in the extreme. He
hall s for the has no patience with faith, an intense
summer.
horror of superstition, and he scoffs
A colonial man openly at any talk of things not to be felt
sion, a hereditary and seen and put down in figures.
estate, I would John is a physician, and perltaps - (I
say a haunted would not say it to a living soul, of
house, and reach the height of romantic course, but this is dead paper and a
felicity- but that would be asking too great relief to my mind - ) per/zaps that
much of fate!
is one reason I do not get well faster.
Still I will proudly declare that there is You see he does not believe I am sick! .
something queer about it.
And what can one do?
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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 111 spite of
them; but it does exhaust me a good
deal-having to be so sly about it, or
else meet with heavy opposition.
I sometimes fancy that in my condi
tion if I had less opposition and more
. society and stimulus - but 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.
The most beautiful place! It is quite
alone, standing well back from the road,
quite three miles from the village. It
makes me think of English places that
you read about, for there are hedges and
walls and gates that lock, and lots of
separate little houses for the gardeners
and people.
There is a delicious garden! I never
saw such a garden -large and shady,
full of box-bordered paths, and lined with
long grape-covered arbors with seats under
them.
There were greenhouses, too, but they
are all broken now.
There was some legal trouble, I be
lieve, something about the heirs and co
heirs; anyhow, the place has been empty
for years.
That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid,
but I don't care - there is something
strange about the house - I can feel it.
I even said so to John one moonlight
evening, but he said what I felt was a
drauglzt, and shut the window.
I get unreasonably angry with John sometimes. I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.
But John says if I feel so, I shall neglect proper self-control; so I take pains to control myself-before him, at least, and that makes me very tired.
I don't like our room a bit. I wanted one downstairs that opened on the piazza and had roses all over the window, and such pretty old-fashioned chintz hang ings! but John would not hear of it.
He said there was only one window and not room for two beds, and no near room for him if he took another.
He is very careful and loving, and hardly lets me stir without special direc tion.
I have a schedule prescription for each hour in the day; he takes all care from me, and so I feel basely ungrateful not to value it ?more.
He said we came here solely on my account, that I was to have perfect rest and all the air I could get. "Your ex erc ise depends on your strength, my dear," said he," and your food somewhat on your appetite; but air you can ab sorb all the time." So we took the nur sery at the top of the house.
It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was nursery first and then playroom and gymnasium, I should judge; for the win dows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.
The paint and paper look as if a boys' school had used it. It is stripped off the paper - in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.
One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin.
It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to con stantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide - plunge off at outrage ous angles, destroy themselves in un heard of contradictions.
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The color is repellant, almost revolt good," he said, "and really, dear, I don't
ing ; a smouldering unclean yellow, care to renovate the house just for a
strangely faded by the slow-turning sun three months' rental."
light.
"Then do let us go downstairs," I
It is a dull yet lurid orange in some said, "there are such pretty rooms there."
places, a sickly sulphur tint in others.
Then he took me in his arms and
No wonder the children hated it! I called me a blessed little goose, and said
should hate it myself if I had to live in he would go down cellar, if I wished, and
this room long.
have it whitewashed into the bargain.
There comes John, and I must put this But he is right enough about the beds
away, - he hates to have me write a and windows and things.
word.? ? ? ? * ?
It is an airy and comfortable room as anyone need wish, and, of course, I would
We have been here two?weeks, and I not be so silly as to make him uncomfort
haven't felt like writing before, since that able just for a whim.
first day.
I'm really getting quite fond of the
I am sitting by the window now, up in big room, all but that horrid paper.
this atrocious nursery, and there is noth Out of one window I can see the
ing to hinder my writing as much as I garden, those mysterious deep-shaded
please, save lack of strength.
arbors, the riotous old-fashioned flowers,
John is away all day, and even some and bushes and gnarly trees.
nights when his cases are serious.
Out of another I get a lovely view of
I am glad my case is not serious!
the bay and a little private wharf be
But these nervous troubles are dread longing to the estate. There is a beauti
fully depressing.
ful shaded lane that runs down there
John does not know how much I really from the house. I always fancy I see
suffer. He knows there is no reason to people walking in these numerous paths
suffer, and that satisfies him.
and arbors, but John has cautioned me
Of course it is only nervousness. It does not to give way to fancy in the least. He
weigh o"n me so not to do my duty in says that with my imaginative power and
any way!
habit of story-making, a nervous weak
I meant to be such a help to John, ness like mine is sure to lead to all man
such a real rest and comfort, and here I ner of excited fancies, and that I ought
am a comparative burden already!
to use my will and good sense to check
Nobody would believe what an effort it the tendency. So I try.
is to do what little I am able, - to dress I think sometimes that if I were only
and entertain, and order things.
well enough to write_ a little it would re
It is fortunate Mary is so good with lieve the press of ideas and rest me.
the baby. Such a dear baby!
But I find I get pretty tired when I try.
And yet I cannot be with him, it makes It is so discouraging not to have any
me so nervous.
advice and companionship about my
I suppose John never was nervous in work. When I get really well, John says
his life. He laughs at me so about this we will ask Cousin Henry and Julia down
wall-paper!
for a long visit; but he says he would as
At first he meant to repaper the room, soon put fireworks in my pillow-case as to
but afterwards he said that I was letting let me have those stimulating people
it get the better of me, and that nothing about now.
was worse for a nervous patient than to I wish I could get well faster.
give way to such fancies.
But I must not think about that. This
He said that after the wall-paper was paper looks to me as if it knew what a
changed it would be the heavy bedstead, vicious influence it had!
and then the barred windows, and then There is a recurrent spot where the.
that gate at the head of the stairs, and so pattern lolls like a broken neck and two
on.
bulbous eyes stare at you upside down.
"You know the place is doing you I get positively angry with the imperti
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nence of it and the everlastingness. Up irritating one, for you can only see It In
and down and sideways they crawl, and certain lights, and not clearly then.
those absurd, unblinking eyes are every But in the places where it isn't faded
where. There is one place where two and where the sun is just so - I can see a
breaths didn't match, and the eyes go all strange, provoking, formless sort of figure,
up and down the line, one a little higher that seems to skulk about behind that silly
than the other.
and conspicuous front design.
I never saw so much expression in an There's sister on the stairs!
inanimate thing before, and we all know how much expression they have! I
* * * * * *
Well, the Fourth of July is over! The
used to lie awake as a child and get more people are all gone and I am tired out.
entertainment and terror out of blank John thought it might do me good to see
walls and plain furniture than most chil a little company, so we just had mother
dren could find in a toy-store.
and Nellie and the children down for a
I remember what a kindly wink the week.
knobs of our big, old bureau used to Of course I didn't do a thing. Jennie
have, and there was one chair that always sees to everything now.
seemed like a strong friend.
But it tired me all the same.
I used to feel that if any of the other John says if I don't pick up faster he
things looked too fierce I could always shall send me to Weir Mitchell in the fall.
hop into that chair and be safe.
But I don't want to go there at all. I
The furniture in this room is no worse had a friend who was in his hands once,
than inharmonious, however, for we had and she says he is just like John and my
to bring it all from downstairs. I sup brother, only more so !
pose when this was used as a playroom Besides, it is such an undertaking to
they had to take the nursery things out, go so far.
and no wonder! I never saw such I don't feel as if it was worth while to
raV .lges as the children have made here. turn my hand over for anything, and I'm
The wall-paper, as I said before, is torn getting dreadfully fretful and querulous.
off in spots, and it sticketh closer than a I cry at nothing, and cry most of the
brother - they must have had persever time.
ance as well as hatred.
Of course I don't when John is here,
Then the floor is scratched and gou~ed or anybody else, but when I am alone.
and splintered, the plaster itself is dug And I am alone a good deal just now.
out here and there, and this great heavy John is kept in town very often by serious
bed which is all we found in the room, cases, and Jennie is good and lets me
looks as if it had been through the wars. alone when I want her to.
H But I don't mind it a bit - only the So I walk a little in the garden or
paper.
down that lovely lane, sit on the porch
There comes John's sister. Such a under the roses, and lie down up here a
dear girl as she is, and so careful of me ! good deal.
I must not let her find me writing.
I'm getting really fond of the room in
She is a perfect and enthusiastic house spite of the wallpaper. Perhaps because
keeper, and hopes for no better profes of the wallpaper.
sion. I verily believe she thinks it is the It dwells in my mind so !
writing which made me sick!
I lie here on this great immovable bed
But I can write when she is out, and - it is nailed down, I believe - and fol
see her a long way off from these windows. low that pattern about by the hour. It it
There is one that commands the road, as good as gymnastics, I assure you. I
a lovely shaded winding road, and one start, we'll say, at the bottom, down in
that just looks off over the country. A the corner over there where it has nos
lovely country, too, full of great elms and been touched, and I determine for the
velvet meadows.
thousandth time that I will follow that
This wallpaper has a kind of su b pointless pattern to some sort of a con
pattern in a different shade, a particularly clusion.
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651
I know a little of the principle of absurd. But I must say what I feel
design, and I know this thing was not and think in some way - it is such a-
arranged on any laws of radiation, or relief !
alternation, or repetition, or symmetry, or But the effort is getting to be greater
anything else that I ever heard of.
than the relief.
It is repeated, of course, by the Half the time now I am awfully lazy,.
breadths, but not otherwise.
and lie down ever so much.
Looked at in one way each breadth o John says I mustn't lose my strength,.
stands alone, the bloated curves and and has me take cod liver oil and lots of
flourishes - a kind
of " debased Roma-
nesque" with deli-
rium tremens - go
waddling up and
down in isolated
columns of fatuity.
But, on the other
hand, they connect
diagonally, and the
sprawling outlines
run off in great
slanting waves of
optic horror, like a
lot of wallowing sea-
weeds in full chase.
The whole thing
goes horizontally,
too, at least it seems
so, and I exhaust
myself in trying to
distinguish the order
of its going in that
"direction.
They have used a
horizontal breadth
for a frieze, and that
adds wonderfully to
the confusion.
There is one end
of the room where
it is almost intact,
II Sh e didn't know I was in the Room. Il
and there, when the
crosslights fade and the low sun shines tonics and things, to say nothing of ale-
directly upon it, I can almost fancy radia- and wine and rare meat.
tion after all, - the interminable gro- Dear John! He loves me very dearlYr
tesque seem to form around a common and hates to have me sick. I tried to
centre and rush off in headlong plunges have a real earnest reasonable talk with.
of equal distraction.
him the other day, and tell him how I
It makes me tired to follow it. I will wish he would let me go and make a visit
take a nap I guess.
to Cousin Henry and Julia.
* * * * * *
But he said I wasn't able to go, nor"
I don't know why I should write this. able to stand it after I got there j and I
I don't want to.
did not make out a very good case for
I don't feel able.
myself, for I was crying before I had fin-
And I know John would think it ished.
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