I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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