âWhat is the matter?â he cried. âFor Godâs sake, what are you doing!â I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. "Iâve got out at last,â said I, âin spite of you and Jane. And Iâve pulled off most of the paper, so you canât put me back!â Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!â
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, âThe Yellow Wallpaper.â (via get-bruised)
















