I Do Not Know Who I Am

Like A Cat I Have Nine Times To Die.

I Have Suffered The Atrocity Of Sunsets.

I Knew Chemistry Would Be Worse, Because I'd Seen A Big Card Of The Ninety-odd Elements Hung Up In The Chemistry Lab, And All The Perfectly Good Words Like Gold And Silver And Cobalt And Aluminum Were Shortened To Ugly Abbreviations With Different Decimal Numbers After Them.

It Is Awful To Want To Go Away And To Want To Go Nowhere.

To The Person In The Bell Jar, Blank And Stopped As A Dead Baby, The World Itself Is A Bad Dream.