Sylvia Plath – Lady Lazarus
John Collier, Lady Godiva, 1898 I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it— A sort of walking miracle, my skin bright as a Nazi lampshade, my right foot a paperweight, my face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin o my enemy. Do I terrify?— The nose, the …