Sylvia Plath and Al Alvarez dialogue:
A.A.: — Look... I know how you feel.
S.P.: — No, you don’t.
A.A.: — I do. We share, we share in common a... I... I tried to... I tried to.
S.P.:— How?
A.A.:— Same as you. Sleeping pills. I took too many. Everybody does, doesn’t they?
S.P.: — Sometimes I feel like I’m not... solid. I’m hollow. There’s... nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It’s is if I never... I never thought anything. I never wrote anything, I never felt anything. All I want is blackness. Blackness... and silence.
A.A.: — Look... I know how you feel.
S.P.: — No, you don’t.
A.A.: — I do. We share, we share in common a... I... I tried to... I tried to.
S.P.:— How?
A.A.:— Same as you. Sleeping pills. I took too many. Everybody does, doesn’t they?
S.P.: — Sometimes I feel like I’m not... solid. I’m hollow. There’s... nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It’s is if I never... I never thought anything. I never wrote anything, I never felt anything. All I want is blackness. Blackness... and silence.
"Sometimes I dream of a tree... and the tree is my life. One branch is the man I shall marry and the leaves, my children. Another branch is my future as a writer. And each leaf is a poem. Another branch is a glittering academic career. But as I site there trying to choose, the leaves begin to turn brown and blow away until the tree is absolutely bare."
Bonito, mas como toda cinebiografia, há uma pitada de romantismo e idealização. Quanto a veracidade...

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