Blanche In Relation To The Yellow Wallpaper Essay
After having left in silence with the doctor on her arm, she has forever remained in this bittersweet, numbing quietness in comparison to the chaos experienced at Stanley’s house for so long. There is an internal chaos yet to be discovered.
She now remains in an estate—much like Belle Reve.
She is sitting in a rocking chair. The kind that squeaks ever few seconds upon leaning. She holds a journal on her lap, and a pen rose to her chin. Gazing out of the window, looking at the birds, wishing she could just breathe the fresh air. Not this trapped air where dust particles dance in every ray of sun that shines through. The mood is lonely, yet solemn. She has taken to writing in her journal her first …show more content…
Of course, it’s only nerves my dear! Do not worry! —Only nerves.
I have become such a burden to John, and he has done so much for me. I needed a man to come save me and right when I thought I had that, Mitch took it away from me! Selfishly. But no, not John. No, John came and saved me from all of it!
Nobody understands how hard simple things have become for me to do, because of my condition. I can’t even light my own cigarettes anymore.
She stops writing and goes to light a cigarette, then gives up, throwing the cigarette pack. She looks up at the yellow wallpaper and all of a sudden its chaotic patterns appear to be moving. She picks up the pack of cigarettes she just threw at the ground, and lurks in closer and closer and closer to the wallpaper that seems to haunt. It almost taunts her like the Blue Piano did. Then Johns enters the room, and she promptly acts like she has been looking out the window—
“Oh John, must I have to stare at this yellow wallpaper all day long?”
He laughs and says, “ now we can’t go redecorating the entire place just because of that”
She answers impatiently, “then lets go downstairs! There are much better rooms …show more content…
She replies, “It is men like Stanley that have put her in this wall! And men like you, my husband!”
He interrupts her, “husband?!”
She continues, “I have ripped off all of that awful yellow wallpaper, so she can’t be trapped here anymore! Stella’s still trapped I assume—
No, not me, ever. Never again. I am done with bein’ trapped. You hear me! I want to shock you! I want to startle you! I want you to listen to me for once and actually hear what I’m saying! I am done shakin’ the bars behind that pattern!
She’s finally escaped and I’ve helped her! Something I should have done a long time ago!
I have set her free and not John, or Stanley, or anyone can stop me from creeping now!”
John is looking astonished, as if he did not know how he didn’t catch this behavior early on and didn’t see this coming. He has fainted from the sight of her creeping around the room. The women from the hallway run in and put her in a straight jacket.
She yells, “don’t let them put you behind the wallpaper again!”
She may make up stories to the extent where she believes them herself. She is living in Belle Reve, even though reality shows it was anything but a