13 6 / 2011
"Tonight was awful. It was the combination of everything. Of the play “Goodbye My Fancy,” of wanting, in a juvenile way, to be, like the heroine, a reporter in the trenches, to be loved by a man who admired me, who understood me as much as I understood myself."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962
