Tuesday, October 23, 2007

News at Eleven: A Yorkshire boy in affluent, postwar America,

he [Ted Hughes] is amazed by the cars "like wingless airliners streaming through woods" and by the "Himalayan heaps" of food Americans eat. His love letters to Plath flame with physical sensation: "That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy."

from The Sunday Times: Letters of Ted Hughes edited by Christopher Reid

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