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Sunglass wrote: |
but the book does ask us to believe that anxiety translates itself into physical illness. |
Róisín wrote: |
That's something that never occurred to me before - EBD actually admiring physical frailty - and now that it's been pointed out it rings very true! Maybe she equated it with being delicate, or, dare I say it... feminine? At least maybe one kind of femininity - a Victorian way of being female maybe? |
Sunglass wrote: |
but just as EBD seems to over-react violently to any of her characters getting so much as their feet wet (Hilda Annersley, the aspirin and the brandy, for one instance!), |
Tiffany wrote: |
Are there no instances of hypochondriac girls, who use the school's health first bedrest policy to get out of maths tests? They were missing an opportunity, if so... |
catherine wrote: |
Of course nobody openly admits to feeling unwell - generally, there is little or no story to be gained from someone going to Matey and confessing to feeling ill ... surely the reason why EBD portrays her characters as soldiering on is to show the effect of their illness on other people. |
Holly wrote: | ||
Given some of Matey's pet remedies, is it really that surprising that the girls wouldn't go to her voluntarily unless they were at death's door? Why do you think her "tooth inspections" could round up multiple victims? If I had to go to a dentist without anaesthetic, I'd keep quiet about a toothache as long as I could. Once the cure is no longer worse than the disease, it's another story. |
Tiffany wrote: |
Are there no isntances of hypochondriac girls, who use the school's health first bedrest policy to get out of maths tests? They were missing an opportunity, if so... |
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“Aren’t you well?” Miss Nalder asked.
“I ache so!” Edna’s voice was perilously near a whine. “I hit myself in several places this morning and I’m sore all over. Please, Miss Nalder, I really don’t feel well.” “Dear me!” Miss Nalder sounded suitably impressed. “Perhaps you had better go to Matron.” She kept a wary eye on the girl, nevertheless, for Edna had had a heavy cold, and had left sick-room only the day before. “Come along and we’ll see what she has to say.” Edna followed her to Matron’s room, where that lady was refreshing herself with a cup of coffee, a cigarette and a novel, and Miss Nalder explained what was wrong. Matron had had some experience of Edna by this time, and her lips suddenly tightened. All she said was a request that the girl would go to sick-room and prepare for examination. Edna went, and the two elders conferred together. “I don’t suppose there’s a thing the matter with her but using muscles she generally doesn’t use at all,” Matron said. “She’s a whiner and tries to get out of everything that means physical activity.” “Are you telling me!” Miss Nalder gave a sniff. “I have her for P.T., remember. Gwyn, if there really is nothing wrong with her, don’t you make bed or anything like that a jolly time.” “Don’t you worry! I’ve quite enough to do without running round after malades imaginaires!” Matron assured her. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Wait here for me and have a cigarette.” Miss Nalder sat down and waited and presently Matron returned. “Well, I’ve sent her to bed,” she said. “Nothing really wrong apart from a couple of small bruises. The trouble is she’s been so babied all her life that the slightest knock seems like a grave injury to her. She’ll be sorry to-morrow, for she’ll be as lame as a tree with stiffness. However, I’ve ordered her into a hot soda bath and I’ll rub some liniment in. Then she can go to bed in sick-room—on invalid diet!” |
KB wrote: |
The only other scene that is even vaguely similar is one in Visitors, when Evadne gets out of maths by pretending to Miss Maynard that she has a blood nose. |
Rosie wrote: |
As a side-note, just how fine is the expression "lame as a tree"?! |
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Madge turned eyes of horror on him. ‘Jem! Jo isn’t ill?’
‘No, no!’ he replied quickly. ‘She really is much stronger than I had ever thought possible. But she does such mad things, and she feels so intensely. She has lost weight this past week with worry over the Robin. A nature like hers is sometimes more of a curse then a blessing. She has wonderful moments of happiness, I know. But her sufferings more than pay for them.’ ‘That is why she can write,’ replied Madge, as she cuddled a now pacified and sleeping David to her. ‘All creative artists are the same. It is part of the gift, Jem.’ He nodded. ‘I know that. But I wish we could help Joey to control herself better. I am afraid she may suffer so terribly some day.’ |
Tiffany wrote: |
Are there no isntances of hypochondriac girls, who use the school's health first bedrest policy to get out of maths tests? They were missing an opportunity, if so... |
Mrs Redboots wrote: |
Stress, depression, just not wanting to live any more.
I'm of the age when, sadly, the parents of many of my contemporaries are reaching the end of their lives. Almost every time, when one parent dies, the other follows within weeks or months. I know that when one of my parents goes, the other will probably follow within days - they just won't want to be here without the other. |
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