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felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
Unitarian.
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
balalaika
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
The great, grey eye of the sky looked back at me, its mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point of the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.