June did this, June did that, she savedmoney and helped clean the house and cookedand Connie couldn't do a thing, her mindwas all filled with trashy daydreams.
I can’t imagine how stress Connie would be if she’d to heard those kind of salty remarks that keep compare her with her sister.
"Stop gawking at yourself. Who are you? You think you're so pretty?" she would say.
Her mother used the word “gawking”, I think it’s kind of impolite to her daughter. Her mother seemed to be irritated to her that she had to used such an indecent word.
Her mother, who noticed everything and knew everything and whohadn't much reason any longer to look at her own face, always scolded Connie about it.
It’s interesting here because it’s impossible in real life that one can know everything about the other. But the author made Connie’s mother be a person who omniscient about her daughter.
My br other is also a physician, and also of high standing,and he says the same thing.
It’s interesting that either her husband or her brother are all physician and had same idea about her. It shows that how stressful the narrator would be if none of them believed she was sick.
And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping aboutbehind that pattern. I don’t like it a bit. I wonder— I begin tothink— Iwish John would take me away from here!
It’s quite scary if the pattern of my wall paper is like a woman stooping and creeping.
But John says if I feel so I shall neglect proper self-control;so I take pains to control myself,— before him, at least,— andthat makes me very tired.
I am surprised that a how come the wife should pretend she was fine but not in front of her physician husband.
her lastthought maybe this: that he never even knew what she lookedlike, and she on an express to the grave.
It’s troubling that the narrator thought, I believe the woman didn’t care about whether the blind man knew what she looked like. She just knew her husband sincerely loved her.
On her last day in the office, the blindman asked if he could touch her face. She agreed to this. Shetold me he touched his fingers to every part of her face, hernose---even her neck!
I am surprised that the woman would allow the blind man to touch her face since it’s not a common request.
And then I found myself thinkingwhat a pitiful life this woman must have led.
It’s interesting that the narrator put himself on the blind man’s wife and tried to imagine her life.