Free-floating, un-fulfillable desire: This is what propels Sylvia and Henry on their road trip.
I was like, “Are people really going to hate Sylvia because of what she does to Don?”
Sylvia insisted that Ted move out and he complied, going to stay in London.
Sylvia Plath wrote in her journals, and going by the meticulous recipe records she kept, she hardly ever stopped.
Don is Don, so of course all women love him, but why does Sylvia keep going back to him?
Dunham found a flight of steps in a corner, and climbed it, Sylvia following.
It will soon be as Sylvia says; thee's right, and mother is right.
She wiped her mouth with her napkin, and then laid her hand on Sylvia's shoulder.
Sylvia sighed, and there was a weariness in her voice which did not escape her father's ear.
“We may live a good many years to enjoy it now,” said Sylvia.