Sylvia Plath. Under a glass cover (№ 388625)

The only thing I succeeded was to get scholarships and prizes, but this era was drawing to a close. I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion College football that has suddenly appeared in a business suit one-on-one with wall street, and his glory days turned into a little Golden Cup on the mantelpiece with engraved date, reminiscent of the numbers on the headstone.