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29 December 2007 @ 10:48 pm
The Bell Jar -- Sylvia Plath  
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
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paranoidsonateparanoidsonate on December 30th, 2007 09:34 am (UTC)
Wow. sweet quote, i need to branch out on my reading..
BETTY MOONSHINE: lady lazarushushchild on December 30th, 2007 08:06 pm (UTC)
Sylvia Plath you speak my life.
justmaintaininjustmaintainin on January 2nd, 2008 05:08 am (UTC)
this is me minus two.