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All the quick futility of my days cascaded upon me, and I wanted to scream out in helpless fury at the hopeless inevitable going on of seconds, days and years. By the time I fill in this page, said I, I will have finished my job, gone home, ... pass or failed my driving test, given my speech... and whiz(zed) through another year of my life... All this is a quick sketch of the scared naked fear and grief that congealed in me when I saw the vivid living of my days boxed off and numbered in faceless white squares...

           

            -Sylvia Plath, #118