Fu un'estate strana, soffocante, l'estate in cui i Rosenberg
morirono sulla sedia elettrica, e io ero a New York e mi sentivo come un'anima
persa. Io le condanne a morte non le reggo.
Sylvia Plath, La campana di vetro
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and
I didn't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The Bell Jar