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Our third installment on Sylvia's date with Emile.
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"I pity Warrie," he said, nodding at the other boy. "He's twenty-two, out of Amherst, and he has to work the rest of his life. When I figure ... only two more years of college."
"I know, I've always dreaded birthdays."
"You don't look as young as you are."
"I don't see," I said, "how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion."
"You're not by any chance a Catholic?" He asked as if it were quite unlikely.
"No. You?"
"Yes." He said it very low.
-- Sylvia Plath Journals, 1950
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One could wish that Sylvia could have known what it is like to age. I am sure she would have had a lot of interesting things to say about it. It is sad to think that she only has another thirteen years left in her life, when she is now only exicted about starting college.
_ _ _
"I pity Warrie," he said, nodding at the other boy. "He's twenty-two, out of Amherst, and he has to work the rest of his life. When I figure ... only two more years of college."
"I know, I've always dreaded birthdays."
"You don't look as young as you are."
"I don't see," I said, "how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion."
"You're not by any chance a Catholic?" He asked as if it were quite unlikely.
"No. You?"
"Yes." He said it very low.
-- Sylvia Plath Journals, 1950
_ _ _
One could wish that Sylvia could have known what it is like to age. I am sure she would have had a lot of interesting things to say about it. It is sad to think that she only has another thirteen years left in her life, when she is now only exicted about starting college.
