"I just read the diary of Sylvia Plath, and seems to have been written for publication. Surprisingly well written for a purpose private.
Funny return, after a detour of 20 years.
This invisible link existed since childhood, Sylvia Plath is the step-sister Olwyn, an English friend of my father. Olwyn, sister of Ted Hughes. And my desire of England still invisible.
In 1978, I had seen the house in Devon and daughter Sylvia, Frieda to the Dollhouse, his son Nicolas, with whom we wanted I "married" to laugh. The second wife of Ted Hughes, Carroll, mutton cooked with mint, eggs, sausages, bacon. She was active and smiling as they should in this type of woman. A housewife gift for "household management" (apparently a lot of women have this "gift" in general the less creative (or creative then the cheap one that involves no) but those who "bet" on the good horse, the "husband" and who want to build using the "husband" succesfull, a respectable image of a woman, or of the arrangements and preparations prepared meals, decorating the house with the wherewithal to impress guests paintings, books, trinkets or old furniture stylish everything is important in these women there to impress bourgeois), constantly in his kitchen, in the same kitchen I thought wrongly, where Sylvia was able to finish his life. Travel with Olwyn driving was exhausting becaufe he did not know driving (in England it is possible to drive without a license. Twelve hours so for four hundred kilometers becaufe stopped to drink white wine in a pub at each stop "rest." Despite my 12 years I knew the dangers of the road and drunk driving, but it should say to save his ren susceptibility, she mounted the pavement opposite and led, as in France, right, he did was not "natural" driving left she said, despite its origins much English, she said this in a roar of laughter contagious. (...) Arrivals miraculously as we were, after this long journey confusing, the car had lost all these mirrors, pulled after numerous break-ins of our road conductive fan of white wine and his brother Ted Hughes waiting for us in all its beautiful before his big house, phlegmatic and hardly surprised by finding the state of her sister's car which he was familiar with the escapades at the wheel ...
From "Not in scope" CRL Franche conté, 2001
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