on page 738 i'm getting tired of sylvia plath's life. i was getting tired earlier but i paused it on the shelf and when i returned i confess i skimmed a bit. i want to see it through since i've gone this far and she's going to die soon and i can imagine how tired she must be. we'll get there. and then the weighty volume will be shucked off like a weary body, back to the library. then it might be good to read the poems, after a pause for the other five books awaiting me.