“Foolish man, what do you bemoan, and what do you fear? Wherever you look there is an end of evils. You see that yawning precipice? It leads to liberty. You see that flood, that river, that well? Liberty houses within them. You see that stunted, parched, and sorry tree? From each branch liberty hangs. Your neck, your throat, your heart are all so many ways of escape from slavery [...] Do you enquire the road to freedom? You shall find it in every vein of your body.” HeartEvilFearLibertyTreeSlaverySuicideFoolishThroatFloodFoolishnessEscapeEndRiverRoadPrecipiceWellNeckBranchHangVeinBemoan Author:A. Alvarez
“[Sylvia Plath] was now far along a peculiarly solitary road on which not many would risk following her. So it was important for her to know that her messages were coming back clear and strong. Yet not even her determinedly bright self-reliance could disguise the loneliness that came from her almost palpably, like a heat haze. She asked for neither sympathy nor help but, like bereaved widow at a wake, she simply wanted company in her mourning.” StrongCompanyClearRiskLonelinessMessagesMourningSympathyHelpSolitarySelf RelianceRoadFollowSylvia PlathWidow Book:The Savage God: A Study of Suicide Source: The Savage God: A Study of Suicide