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"I’m vacillating between liking and hating this book. I’m perpetually waiting for a payoff, and at almost halfway through I’m becoming increasingly concerned it won’t arrive.
Also, as a museum person, I’m constantly wanting to throttle the protagonist for the obnoxious things she says/does. Not sure if that’s intentional or not…It’s making it very difficult for me to root for her." — Jan 24, 2025 08:54AM
"I’m vacillating between liking and hating this book. I’m perpetually waiting for a payoff, and at almost halfway through I’m becoming increasingly concerned it won’t arrive.
Also, as a museum person, I’m constantly wanting to throttle the protagonist for the obnoxious things she says/does. Not sure if that’s intentional or not…It’s making it very difficult for me to root for her." — Jan 24, 2025 08:54AM
“I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And God granted it."
(Letter to Étienne Noël Damilaville, May 16, 1767)”
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(Letter to Étienne Noël Damilaville, May 16, 1767)”
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“In the beginning the Universe was created.
This had made many people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.”
― The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
This had made many people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.”
― The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
“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.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
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