It Is Awful To Want To Go

If Only A Group Of People Were More Important To Me Than The Idea Of A Novel, I Might Begin A Novel.

But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.

We Should Meet In Another Life, We Should Meet In Air, Me And You.

All The Heat And Fear Had Purged Itself. I Felt Surprisingly At Peace. The Bell Jar Hung Suspended A Few Feet Above My Head. I Was Open To The Circulating Air.

I Wondered What I Thought I Was Burying.