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Apr. 9th, 2012
Sylvia has a date with Bill. But she just cannot get it to click in college.
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I think I am mad at times. Tonight Bill and I were bored stiff with each other. First it was a long, dull rainy afternoon of sitting in his room listening to the radio & looking at pictures. Then it was supper at crowded Valentine’s. Then that disgustingly puerile burlesque show which turns my stomach when I think of it. Then hamburg & coffee in a lonely diner, the lights too bright, the music too brassy, the silence too long. To top it off, we drove back at 11. I wanted to go in, and yet was afraid to face the girls who would wonder if another evening had gone stale or thought me queer. Ah, what the hell do I care what they think - (damn much.)
Anyhow, he stopped the car and we hashed the mess out pretty futiley. I didn’t want to say I didn’t give a damn about him, but just wanted to be kissed good and hard, and that he wasn’t capable of satisfying me even in that way. So I told him various lies about liking him, and he told me about his girl. From now on when a boy starts telling me about his lost loves I am going to run in the opposite direction screaming loudly. It is a bad sign.
-- Sylvia Plath, The Journals 1950-1953
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From about the 1970s on, I do not think they would just be listening to the radio and looking at pictures, and she would not be this frustrated.
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I think I am mad at times. Tonight Bill and I were bored stiff with each other. First it was a long, dull rainy afternoon of sitting in his room listening to the radio & looking at pictures. Then it was supper at crowded Valentine’s. Then that disgustingly puerile burlesque show which turns my stomach when I think of it. Then hamburg & coffee in a lonely diner, the lights too bright, the music too brassy, the silence too long. To top it off, we drove back at 11. I wanted to go in, and yet was afraid to face the girls who would wonder if another evening had gone stale or thought me queer. Ah, what the hell do I care what they think - (damn much.)
Anyhow, he stopped the car and we hashed the mess out pretty futiley. I didn’t want to say I didn’t give a damn about him, but just wanted to be kissed good and hard, and that he wasn’t capable of satisfying me even in that way. So I told him various lies about liking him, and he told me about his girl. From now on when a boy starts telling me about his lost loves I am going to run in the opposite direction screaming loudly. It is a bad sign.
-- Sylvia Plath, The Journals 1950-1953
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From about the 1970s on, I do not think they would just be listening to the radio and looking at pictures, and she would not be this frustrated.
Sylvia has a date with Bill. But she just cannot get it to click in college.
_ _ _
I think I am mad at times. Tonight Bill and I were bored stiff with each other. First it was a long, dull rainy afternoon of sitting in his room listening to the radio & looking at pictures. Then it was supper at crowded Valentine’s. Then that disgustingly puerile burlesque show which turns my stomach when I think of it. Then hamburg & coffee in a lonely diner, the lights too bright, the music too brassy, the silence too long. To top it off, we drove back at 11. I wanted to go in, and yet was afraid to face the girls who would wonder if another evening had gone stale or thought me queer. Ah, what the hell do I care what they think - (damn much.)
Anyhow, he stopped the car and we hashed the mess out pretty futiley. I didn’t want to say I didn’t give a damn about him, but just wanted to be kissed good and hard, and that he wasn’t capable of satisfying me even in that way. So I told him various lies about liking him, and he told me about his girl. From now on when a boy starts telling me about his lost loves I am going to run in the opposite direction screaming loudly. It is a bad sign.
-- Sylvia Plath, The Journals 1950-1953
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From about the 1970s on, I do not think they would just be listening to the radio and looking at pictures, and she would not be this frustrated.
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I think I am mad at times. Tonight Bill and I were bored stiff with each other. First it was a long, dull rainy afternoon of sitting in his room listening to the radio & looking at pictures. Then it was supper at crowded Valentine’s. Then that disgustingly puerile burlesque show which turns my stomach when I think of it. Then hamburg & coffee in a lonely diner, the lights too bright, the music too brassy, the silence too long. To top it off, we drove back at 11. I wanted to go in, and yet was afraid to face the girls who would wonder if another evening had gone stale or thought me queer. Ah, what the hell do I care what they think - (damn much.)
Anyhow, he stopped the car and we hashed the mess out pretty futiley. I didn’t want to say I didn’t give a damn about him, but just wanted to be kissed good and hard, and that he wasn’t capable of satisfying me even in that way. So I told him various lies about liking him, and he told me about his girl. From now on when a boy starts telling me about his lost loves I am going to run in the opposite direction screaming loudly. It is a bad sign.
-- Sylvia Plath, The Journals 1950-1953
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From about the 1970s on, I do not think they would just be listening to the radio and looking at pictures, and she would not be this frustrated.
The Great Gatsby
Apr. 9th, 2012 03:43 pm
The latest incarnation of Fitzgerald's Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan: Leonardo DiCaprio and Carey Mulligan.
I don't know. I think it is hard to top Robert Redford. And I think Scarlett Johansson might have been the absolute ideal actress of this generation to play Daisy.
(Source: ONTD)
The Great Gatsby
Apr. 9th, 2012 03:43 pmThe latest incarnation of Fitzgerald's Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan: Leonardo DiCaprio and Carey Mulligan.
I don't know. I think it is hard to top Robert Redford. And I think Scarlett Johansson might have been the absolute ideal actress of this generation to play Daisy.
(Source: ONTD)
