Sylvia Plath: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

15 October 2019


Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self — like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.

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