Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The Fig-Tree

I thought it was a lovely story, especially the part about the fig-tree in winter under the snow and then the fig-tree in spring with all the green fruit.  I felt sorry when I came to the last page.  I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that big beautiful fig-tree.
:: The Bell Jar :: Sylvia Plath ::
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