Monday, October 7, 2013

I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. I felt very dull and very empty , the way the eye of a tornado must feel , moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo . The Bell Jar
There is a Sylvia Plath lurking in all of us. She may not be as brilliant as Plath was , but the nausea from all that is around us is common to all the Sylvias in all the Marys and Janes and Devikas of the world