Sunday, July 5, 2009
No man is all, so, ipso, they were nothing.
"There must have been some reason for getting into a situation where there was nothing to do but be final and obvious. Probably it was because I was too intense with one boy after another. That same horror came with them which comes when the paraphernalia of existences whooshes away and there is just light and dark, night and day, without all the physical quirks and warts and knobby knuckles that make the fabric of existence: either way, they were all or nothing. No man is all, so, ipso, they were nothing. That should not be" - Sylvia Plath