“ I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. ”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963). copy citation
Author | Sylvia Plath |
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Source | The Bell Jar |
Topic | choice decisions |
Date | 1963 |
Language | English |
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