Chapter 17

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Mrs Rip Van Winkle narrates her descent into “the still, deep waters of late middle age,” feeling aches from head to foot. She stops exercising, eats more, and finds solace in new hobbies while her husband sleeps. She takes up painting, creating watercolours of famous sites she has only dreamed of visiting – the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Egyptian Pyramids, the Taj Mahal – and even a pastel of Niagara. She declares that saying a “none‑too‑fond farewell to sex” is the best thing she has done. When she returns home with the Niagara pastel, she finds her husband sitting up in bed, rattling a bottle of Viagra, highlighting his reliance on the drug for sexual performance. The monologue blends resignation, satire, and a vivid recounting of her mundane yet newly creative domestic existence.