So much so that theres a death-wish on her part: she longs to find a place beside the graves. Physically and emotionally drained, living has become an excruciating experience for her. With growing pain in her back and loss of strength in her hands, fear builds up inside her a feeling that will harass her at every moment. Taking a bath turns out to be irksome. Its a task she is afraid to perform. She fears falling and injuring herself, and with no one to help. We find her clinging tightly to the edge of the rim that seems like the edge of a cliff with a deep drop below into the sea. A striking imagery to bring out the profundity of her distress and panic.
Her slow, painful movements portray her perturbed state; she doesnt lie down or lean back to bathe, she sits upright. Her fear is not being able to climb out. Indeed, climbing out of the bath is a major obstacle the fear of making a mistake is very much there on her mind. She wants to get over it by inventing all sorts of excuses to stay in the bath for some more time. Its a fear encrusted far into her mind.
She makes several unsuccessful attempts to get out. What we notice is her utter helplessness and her agony of something happening to her unexpectedly. She feels imprisoned. The author uses body language to brilliant effect. In fact, a simple gesture like striking the sides of the bath vividly brings home her anguish, confusion and her desperation to survive. Its a relief when finally she climbs out. I will never take another bath in this house or anywhere, she says to herself.