But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that somedayโat college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhereโthe bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?
Sylvia PlathNo, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and you?' I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.
Sylvia PlathI saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.
Sylvia Plath