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“Later Buddy told me the woman was on a drug that would make her forget she'd had any pain and that hen she swore and groaned she really didn't know what she was doing because she was in a kind of twilight sleep. I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, hen all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.”

Quote by Sylvia Plath

Work

the bell jar

This book is a profound exploration of the psychological struggles of a young woman named Esther Greenwood, who experiences a breakdown while working as a guest editor at a prominent magazine. Set in the 1950s, it delves into the complexities of mental illness, societal expectations, and the search for identity. more

Author

Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath

American poet, novelist, and playwright. Her works are known for their profound emotion and unique style, and she is considered one of the most important female writers of the 20th century. more

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