the real charm of The Bell Jar lies entirely in this scene, where Esther sees Buddy naked for the first time, and these are her thoughts:
“Then he just stood there in front of me and I kept staring at him. The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.“
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on a more serious note, this passage struck me earlier today:
“But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn’t do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn’t in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at.”
The Bell Jar, pg. 147
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 