Can A Selfish Egocentric Jealous And Unimaginative

She Looks Like A Woman Who Has Found It Ridiculous To Commit Herself To A Single Emotional Stance In Anything, But Must Always Ride High Heavy Irony.

Character Is Fate.

If I Rest, If I Think Inward, I Go Mad.

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.

Why Can’t I Try On Different Lives, Like Dresses, To See Which Fits Best And Is More Becoming?