Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever
heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I
cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing
fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind,
my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
——
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
