“It wouldn't have made the slightest difference if she'd given me a ticket to Europe or a cruise around the world, because wherever I was – whether it was the deck of a ship, a Parisian cafe or Bangkok – I would always be under her control. same bell jar, being slowly cooked in my own stale air. To the person inside the glass dome, empty and motionless like a dead baby, the whole world is a bad dream.” Sylvia Plath decided to leave this plan shortly after the publication of this book, but if it's up to me I'll take it to see every corner of life I have..