| My husband is a physician so he always claims that he knows what is best for me. But perhaps he is the reason I'm not getting any better. |
|
 | Sweetie, you can't continue to write stories - it's just not healthy for you. | |
|
| But John, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good. | |
|
|
|
|
|
| John and my brother continue to keep me in this room with the yellow wallpaper. I continue to write in secret about the wallpaper and all of it's doings. |
|
| Did you see those bulbous eyes staring out from the paper! There's something there I know it. | |
|
| You're letting this paper get the better of you. | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| I've got out at last, in spite of you and Jane. And I've pulled off most of the paper, so you can't put me back! | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
