Esther Greenwood

Esther Greenwood

Esther Greenwood
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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.  How did I know that someday—at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere—the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn’t descend again?

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream. How did I know that someday—at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere—the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn’t descend again?