![]() Just like the narrator’s mental reformations of the wallpaper, I practiced viewing my room’s objects differently, therefore creating a dove from the table lamp, a classic portrait from the mirror, or sea waves from the curtain. Thus, my room’s privacy became my boundless universe. Mom warned me against meddling in their fights so I would not get hurt. As an eleven-year old girl with two older teenage brothers, I felt detached, unconcerned yet exasperated at their battles. The condemnations directed at me were painful as the condemners had been the reason why I chose solitude in the first place. I became a joke because I preferred solitude to socializing. Her rebellious writing mirrors my eleven-year-old solitary poetry writing. I find their inability to prevent her from writing thrilling, because mental creativity, in opposition to the body, is far beyond captivation. It impresses me that despite her compliance with men’s instructions at surface, she secretly rebels through writing. With excitement and change, would do me good”. Personally, I believe that congenial work. She thus reports of her brother and John : “Personally, I disagree with their ideas. He orders her to stay in her room and not write. The protagonist, also the narrator, has been ‘kept’ in a room by her husband, John, who thinks she has “nervous depression”. ![]()
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