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“But I MUST say what I feel and think in some way ー it is such a relief!?
But the effort is getting to be greater than the relief.” It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer. A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicityーbut that would be asking too much of fate!?
Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it. Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted? John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage. John is practical in the extreme. He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures. John is a physician, and perhapsー(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)ーperhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster. You see, he does not believe I am sick!?
And what can one do? If a physician of high standing, and one’s own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depressionーa slight hysterical tendencyーwhat is one to do? My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing. So I take phosphates or phosphitesーwhichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to “work” until I am well again. Personally, I disagree with their ideas. Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good. But what is one to do? I did write for a while in spite of them; but it does exhaust me a good dealーhaving to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。
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