The Yellow Wallpaper
The Yellow Wallpaper
by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
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?
Jo ...