The bell jar / Sylvia Plath
| dc.contributor | Smith, John B. Department of Computer Science Chapel Hill College Chapel Hill |
| dc.contributor.author | Plath, Sylvia |
| dc.coverage.placeName | s.l. |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T15:55:19Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T15:55:19Z |
| dc.date.created | 1963 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0110 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0110 |
| dc.description.abstract | Catalogued on RLIN |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 385 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Use of this resource is restricted in some manner. Usually this means that it is available for non-commercial use only with prior permission of the depositor and on condition that this header is included in its entirety with any copy distributed. |
| dc.rights.uri | https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | English literature -- 20th century |
| dc.subject.other | Novels |
| dc.title | The bell jar / Sylvia Plath |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 393572 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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$I$T $W$A$S $A $Q$U$E$E$R , SULTRY SUMMER , THE SUMMER THEY ELECTROCUTED 001 THE $ROSENBERGS , AND $I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT $I WAS DOING IN $NEW $YORK . $I'M STUPID ABOUT EXECUTIONS . $THE IDEA OF BEING ELECTROCUTED MAKES ME SICK , AND THAT'S ALL THERE WAS TO READ ABOUT IN THE PAPERS -- GOGGLE-EYED HEADLINES STARING UP AT ME ON EVERY STREET CORNER AND AT THE FUSTY , PEANUT-SMELLING MOUTH OF EVERY SUBWAY . $IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ME , BUT $I COULDN'T HELP WONDERING WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE , BEING BURNED ALIVE ALL ALONG YOUR NERVES .. $I THOUGHT IT MUST BE THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD .. $NEW $YORK WAS BAD ENOUGH . $BY NINE IN THE MORNING THE FAKE, COUNTRY-WET FRESHNESS THAT SOMEHOW SEEPED IN OVERNIGHT EVAPORATED LIKE THE TAIL END OF A SWEET DREAM . $MIRAGE-GRAY AT THE BOTTOM OF THEIR GRANITE CANYONS , THE HOT STREETS WAVERED IN THE SUN , THE CAR TOPS SIZZLED AND GLITTERED , AND THE DRY , CINDERY DUST BLEW INTO MY EYES AND DOWN MY THROAT .. $I KEPT HEARING ABOUT THE $ROSEN . . .
