“Oh, I bite, I bite on life like a sharp apple. Playing it like a fish, I am happy. And what is happy? It is a going always on. There is something better to be done than I have done, and spurred by the fair delusion of progress, I will seek to progress, to whip myself on, to more and more - to learning. Always.”
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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her throat is, after all, a stamen or matchstick.
