the last book I ever read (Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, excerpt ten)

from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath:

Doctor Gordon waited. He tapped his pencil – tap, tap, tap – across the neat green field of his blotter.

His eyelashes were so long and thick they looked artificial. Black plastic reeds fringing two green, glacial pools.

Doctor Gordon’s features were so perfect he was almost pretty.

I hated him the minute I walked in through the door.