To The Person In The Bell Jar,

I Hurl My Heart To Halt His Pace.

I Must Not Be Selfless: Develop A Sense Of Self. A Solidness That Can't Be Attacked.

I Didn't Really See Why People Should Look At Me. Plenty Of People Looked Queerer Than I Did.

Why Honey, Don't You Want To Get Dressed?" My Mother Took Care Never To Tell Me To Do Anything. She Would Only Reason With Me Sweetly, Like One Intelligent, Mature Person With Another. It's Almost Three In The Afternoon." I'm Writing A Novel," I Said. "i Haven't Got Time To Change Into This And Change Into That.

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.