The Sheila Variations

Oh. My. God. I think my head just exploded.

Amazing, right?? It's the kind of thing scholars dream of discovering!! 250 poems - I also love that he wrote a bunch of poems under another name, a female pseudonym ... so cool!!

Didn't good ol' Ted destroy those missing Sylvia Plath journals?

He was vague about it. There are contradictory statements. He said, in the foreword to the original unedited version of the journals: "At some point, the journals disappeared" - or something very vague like that. Using a passive tone. He intimated that they might "turn up" one day. But then he has also said he destroyed them. I hold out an obsessive and pathetic hope that those journals exist somewhere and will someday see the light of day.

I wouldn't hold it past Ted's witchy gate-keeper sister Olwyn for hiding them - although that is a horrible accusation, I realize.

But the first place I'd check would be under Olwyn's pillow!! :)

Ha!
I'd give my eyeteeth to find and read them. I might have to go strip search Olwyn myself!

I can see you, me, and Emily - as some kind of literary Charlie's Angels ... karate-chopping our way into Olwyn Hughes' bedroom ...

I'm up for it...let me at 'er!

That would rule!
I've always wanted to be Jaclyn Smith! I love huh!

Excellent! I'll start to practice running in slow motion while flopping my hair from side to side immediately!

Shit. I'll start dieting so my bones can stick out while I wear my bikini floss.

"Cover me, Bri."

I have always wanted to say that, as I crouched in a stairwell, with feathered hair, erect nipples, and a gun.

This has got to be one of the only places where the subject can turn from the lost poetry of Philip Larkin to "Charlie's Angels."

And I think McCabe should be Bosley.

And I think McCabe should be Bosley.

Oh, hell yeah!

I thought you'd like that, Bill!!

Oh, Angels...