An Experiment in Yellow

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config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #c4bd93" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_7.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} It is a big, airy *firy troom, the wholle floor nerrely*, with [[windows that look all ways]], and air and sunshine galore. [after 3 second] I should [continued] It was nursery first and then *playrorom* and gymnasium, I should judge; for the [[windows are barred for little children]], and there are rings and things *and rings and mings and things wallis* in the walls. [after 4 second] It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was nursery first and then playroom and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls. [continued] [after 7 second] *It is a big, airy firy troom, the wholle floor nerrely, with play ways thas fhiow ed pren, playrorom, I wen w ays. and paydrooon for little children, and it avare are braryows ant and rings and mings and things wallis, I should* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #c4bd93" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_6.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} The [[most beautiful *placce*|most beautiful place!]] It is quite *well alone! tanding meck* from the road, quite three miles from the *iv ilage*. [after 5 second] *Vhit me make minck bot ther the village. village* [continued] It makes me think of English places that you read about, for there are hedges and walls and [[gates that lock]], *tand quee niles* and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and people. [after 7 second] *The most beautiful placce! It it is qutestlete well alone! tanding meck in the h road or ral, tand quee niles about in the iv ilage, Vhit me make minck bot ther the village. village.* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #faf0d4" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_2.png', alt: 'a yellow circle'} If [[a physician of *hight* standing]], and one's own husband, *sassres* friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but *tamppoarl* nervous depression - [[a slight *hysterrcical* tendency]] -*what ire is do*?

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config.style.page.color: "#6b5812 on #c1b275" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_4.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} Out of another I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to the estate. [after 4 second] *Out of another II gget a litivethy livowe foihow e aly the Say, thes thay whar Pa poylanf...* [continued] There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but [[John has cautioned me]] not to give way to fancy in the least. [after 9 second] *Out of another I get a llitle privale whuff for bollonging the estate bellom the ase horcing• I always 1 fack sed peose pasps the anderpas. Thwas ain thodo fraun cath an am anachore..* [continued] He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making, [[a nervous weakness like mine]] is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. [after 17 second] *Out of another I get a lovily fview in litlly piw ov of and hivae vrier like he bbolhing, of the ebering hik sat, ns, eblon-ting ind lettis spescte He -Novn Ennt orin brrowing rin Nyhutiee meine Soths, 1o He het sayes that he with nblarg miy ly wite mi jorh-halngr and the han my imagnitative power td gehy habiid 60 of alll marmers fitekwesses sur sure leale t lead of excited...*

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #aea883" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_11.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} There is a delicious garden! I never saw such a garden -large and shady, full of box-bordered paths, and lined with long grape-covered arbors with seats under them. [after 4 second] *There is a s alidoue, [[a delc'ious garden!]] Therer sawat such a garden! I never ws ducharloy pladsn, I lang ag land - long box rdeed, fill of and grapeovered arbbors, nd seats with seats under them.* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#3c4d32 on #c8ab52" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_8.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} *Out of another I get a lovily fview in litlly piw ov of and hivae vrier like he bbolhing, [after 4 second] of the ebering hik sat, ns, eblon-ting ind lettis spescte He -Novn Ennt orin brrowing rin Nyhutiee meine Soths, 1o He het sayes that he with nblarg miy ly wite mi jorh-halngr and the han* [[*my imagnitative power*|my imaginative power]] *td gehy habiid 60 of alll marmers fitekwesses sur sure leale t lead of excited...* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #ded0ab" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_9.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} "I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of [[blank walls]] and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy store. [after 2 second] *I used to lie awake as a a child and ge more entertaimen out a blank child rintenment and plain furfuratur e than child neced find d a toy* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#3c4d32 on #ae901d" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_14.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} The paint and *PAPERAL* paper look as if a boys' school had used it. It is stripped off—*IN STRIPED OFF MY CAN" BAUCH* the paper—in great *PAAICES AN GRABLT* patches all around the head of my bed, about [[as far as I can reach]], and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I *III* never *NEVER* saw *SE* a *A* worse *PAJER OF WORSER* paper in *I LOWN IN MY LIFE* my life. [after 7 second] *THE PAINT AND PAPERAL AND PADK IS IF A A BOYS' CHOOL HISD SIT, ALET IT BT CVIS PAAICES AN GRABLT IT'S, IN STRIPED OFF MY CAN" BAUCH, AND II ND AS IS THE SHOU RIE OF AOU UF THE HED I CAN ROOG IT., OU PATE IFT OF TELE THER THESUS OF MY OP SI, I AN DWN, AX WILL IN GREAT OF HEARIS - PARE AT PERIANT. - N THE OITTEN BER IR BENT OR ISAT IS WORSE D PEALOR ILIN WI, ARID THE THE ROOFT AN, I I NEVER SE A PAJER OF WORSER I LOWN IN MY LIFE.* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #d0bf5a" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_15.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} "I can see her out of everyone of my windows! It is the same woman, I know, for she s always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight. [[I see her in that long shaded lane|the lame uncertain curves]], creeping up and down. I see her *in hose dark grape ' arbors*, creeping all around the garden." [after 4 second] *The only only thing I can think off it wart i it is like is lixe is like is the color of thes paper. I was inen like is smel a ycalk, th is tid ths room. I how thonte ns a, snoslall love rihere Itb th mome he wal, its loss, It tan benal I wat of beand is sucer the bet, 1 long, straight, loce phink, lesed rurnibure, st is the the nobod, T, us at, Lojet un ef price, th. fimpbe stet ruit. thot es ereed, sber, rand of it on ille thrent besen e abubbed over over over* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#3c4d32 on #aca285" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_16.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} The outside pattern is a florid arabesque, reminding one of a fungus. If you can imagine a [after 1 second] toadstool in joints, an interminable string of toadstools, budding and sprouting in endless convolutions—why, that is something like it. [[such pretty old-fashioned chintz hangings!|the riotous oldfashioned flowers]] but John would not hear of it. [continued] [after 5 second] *I DON'T LIKE OU ROOM BT I WANTED ONE LANEL ON THIE PIAZAZZA FYODD I WANT IS THE PRISH WINDWRS, SUP PRETTY OLD-FASHNED CHNZ. AANNNGS AND D SUCH THE PIA 2AZZA! BUT IT JOIN NOT HEAR IF S! BUT JOHN WNOT HEARR OF* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #aea883" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_12.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} Now we have had a week of fog and rain, and whether the windows are open or not, the smell is here. [[It creeps all over the house.]] [after 4 second] *Now wee have had a week and, fog nd the house. ...Ifinl Ft whet ccreeps all tie is iflen soaud tihe-roon.. mirek in par-rorom, skulking in to the hall, and lying hinô in wwaitifo for me out the stairs. It it gets into my hair.* [continued] [after 8 second] I find it hovering in the dining-room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall, lying in wait for me on the stairs. It gets into my hair. [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #d0bf5a" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_21.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} The wall-paper, as I said before, is torn off in spots, and it sticketh closer than a brother—they must have had perseverance as well as hatred. [after 3 second] *"THE PAINT AND PAPERAL AND PADK IS IF A A BOYS' CHOOL HISD SIT, ALET IT BT CVIS PAAICES AN GRABLT IT'S, IN STRIPED OFF MY CAN" BAUCH, AND II ND AS IS THE SHOU RIE OF AOU UF THE HED I CAN ROOG IT.,* [continued] Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the plaster itself is dug out here and there, and [[this great heavy bed|unheard of contradictions]] which is all we found in the room, looks as if it had been through the wars. [after 7 second] *"THE PAINT AND PAPERAL AND PADK IS IF A A BOYS' CHOOL HISD SIT, ALET IT BT CVIS PAAICES AN GRABLT IT'S, IN STRIPED OFF MY CAN" BAUCH, AND II ND AS IS THE SHOU RIE OF AOU UF THE HED I CAN ROOG IT., OU PATE IFT OF TELE THER THESUS OF MY OP SI, I AN DWN, AX WILL IN GREAT OF HEARIS - PARE AT PERIANT. - N THE OITTEN BER IR BENT OR ISAT IS WORSE D PEALOR ILIN WI, ARID THE THE ROOFT AN, I I NEVER SE A PAJER OF WORSER I LOWN IN MY LIFE.* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#3c4d32 on #d0bf5a" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_20.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} One of those *sprablying flambloyant pattterrns comfiusing eve every following*, committing every artistic sin. It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to *constlatly* irritate and provoke study, and when you follow *the eyle enoug provessante curves*, [[the lame uncertain curves]] for a little distance they suddenly commit abrupt endings - plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in [[unheard of contradictions]]. [after 6 second] *One of those sprablying flambloyant pattterrns comfiusing eve every following, eyerrymotaned em enough to constlatly imitapt or pollosht atnee the eyle enoug provessante curves in al til folvide, al. whe you dolb to commume rimaifud eye they at then plane is, aerod hereti hate are of one* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#a1b892 on #6b5812" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_25.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} A domicile steeped in the epochs of colonial grandeur, an *INUSTREGO OF WHWHISPERED LEGACIES*, inheritance of whispered legacies – one might dare to [[murmur of specters lurking|ALIVE]], , *AND SHECTERIND LEGRACECI ES. AND SHECTEL PRESSENCES,* and ascend the peaks of a romantic rapture." [after 4 second] * INUSTREGO OF WHWHISPERED LEGACIES, AND SHECTERIND LEGRACECI ES. AND SHECTEL PRESSENCES.* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#ccbf8c on #826c16" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_22.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} "I can see her out of everyone of my windows! It is the same woman, I know, for she s always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight. [after 4 second] *The outeide patten is a floriaabiabe, meiginine moding one. If you can in imagine, in afige i, todastouil, todstool,, buddbuding and sproutines in - thng nobody seem to o nofiicce but myel! that it changes as the ligttt* [continued] [after 8 second] I see her in that long shaded lane, creeping up and down. I see her in hose dark grape arbors, [[creeping all around the garden|ALIVE]]." [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#e0d8ba on #c2ad2b" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_27.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creeping as fast as [[a cloud shadow|ALIVE]] in a high wind. [after 3 second] *e have wached her sonetimey the open country creeping as fast fg as af a as a c loud shadow in a high* [continued] [after 5 second] *"I think that woman got out the daytige 1 Am'Ive you why!. 'Ind is can out every ny one of of my windowss! ironle 1 kawh!* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #57480e" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_19.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} 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! [after 3 second] *Ore repeated. coule of we at breate, but, by, torte the kim of "wolaed waloust'' al obote curs and olishles - lookise the hin of' debated Romaneque with deliriure's tremnes - me go wadling an dohe om in of osaled collns of f fatunity!* [continued] 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 road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes she hides under the blackberry vines.

config.style.page.color: "#bca414 on #41360b" config.style.page.link.color: "#705a17" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_23.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} "My darling," said he, "I beg of you, for my sake and for our child's sake, as well as for your own, that you will never for one instant let that idea enter your mind! There is nothing so dangerous, so fascinating, to [[a temperament like yours|ALIVE]]. It is a false and foolish fancy. Can you not trust me as a physician when I tell you so?" [after 5 second] *I an Pt vouwodash, foro at ny me wovns, l ve sen aner!T°lve see ne slien sher, Thecrepting unn of hat moht womst, amd Ih creepess amnen and: When anen A clarsevare comes and she hiddes unle under he blackbery vine* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #272006" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_24.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} But I am here, and no person touches this paper but me—[[not ALIVE|you.]]!

config.style.page.color: "#3c4d32 on #c8ab52" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "blue-9" config.style.page.link.active.color: "blue-6" -- {embed image: 'YW_10.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} This wallpaper has a kind of subpattern in a different shade, a particularly irritating one, for you can only see It In certain lights, and not clearly then. But in the places where it isn't faded and where the sun is just so - I can see a strange,[[ provoking, formless sort of figure]], that seems to skulk about behind that silly and conspicuous front design. [after 5 second] *The outeide patten is a floriaabiabe, meiginine moding one. If you can in imagine, in afige i, todastouil, todstool,, buddbuding and sproutines in - thng nobody seem to o nofiicce but myel! that it changes as the ligttt* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#82691b on #bb9627" config.style.page.link.color: "#333300" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_17.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the mopboard. A streak that runs round the room. It goes behind every piece of *furnitnre,* except the bed, a long, straight, even smooch, as if it had been [[rubbed over and over|I've seen her]]. [after 5 second] *Ore repeated. coule of we at breate, but, by, torte the kim of "wolaed waloust'' al obote curs and olishles - lookise the hin of' debated Romaneque with deliriure's tremnes - me go wadling an dohe om in of osaled collns of f ffff* [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #fffee0" config.style.page.link.color: "#4e4121" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'YW_1.png', alt: 'a pale yellow circle on a paler background'} In a realm where reality dissolves into the mist of dreams, rare is the occasion where folks of humble essence, akin to John and myself, grasp the echoes of ancestral spirits for the summer's embrace. A domicile steeped in the epochs of [[colonial grandeur]], an inheritance of whispered legacies – one might dare to murmur of specters lurking, and ascend the peaks of a romantic rapture. Yet, such a boon from the whims of destiny is a lofty plea. Nevertheless, with a pride that dances with the shadows, I shall proclaim – there swirls an [[enigma]] within these walls.

[after 19 second] I have been told that this glyph may serve as a portal, should they choose to communicate with you. [continued]

config.style.page.color: "#997f1a on #fffee0" config.style.page.link.color: "#4e4121" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "#154c79" config.style.page.link.active.color: "#154c79" -- {embed image: 'cover.jpg', alt: 'a yellow book cover'} A remediation of the original experiment in yellow, Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper" (1982). Images co-created with ChatGPT, passage remediations, remanglings, remunggglings, via ChatGPT, DALL-E, and Midjourney. [[Begin|START]]