The Yellow Wallpaper
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the Yellow Wallpaper, written by Charlotte Perkins Skillman. I really have discovered something at last. They're watching so much at night when it changes. So I have finally found out 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 around fast and her crawling shakes it all over. Then, in the very bright spots she keeps still and in the very shady spots she just takes hold of the bars and shake some 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. 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. I think that woman gets out in the daytime and I'll tell you why. Privately I've seen her, I can see her out of every one of my windows. It is the same woman I know for she is always creeping and most women do not creep by daylight. I see her on that long shaded lane creeping up and down. I see her in those dark grape arbors creeping all around the garden. Ah, sear on that long road under the trees creeping along And when a carriage comes, she hides under the blackberry vines. I don't blame her a bit. It must be very humiliating to be caught creeping by daylight. I was locked the door when I creep by daylight. I can't do it at night, for I know John was suspects something at once, and John is so queer now, but I don't want to irritate him. I wish you would take another room. Besides, I don't want anybody to get that woman out at night but myself. I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once, but turned this fast. Is that can I can only see out of one at one time, and though I always see her, she may be able to creep faster than I can turn. I have watched her sometimes a way off in the open country, creeping as fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind. If only that top pattern could be gotten off from the under one. I mean to try it. Little by little, I have found out another funny thing, but I shan't tell it this time. It does not do to trust people too much. There are only two days to get this paper off, and I believe John is beginning to notice. I don't like the look in his eyes. And I heard a mess. Jenny, a lot of professional questions about me. She had a very good report to give. She said I slept a good deal in the daytime. John knows I don't sleep very well at night for all I'm so quiet. He asked me all sorts of questions to un pretended to be very loving and kind as if I couldn't see through him. Still, I don't wonder. He acts so sleeping under this paper for three months. It only interests me, but I feel John and Jenny are secretly affected by it.