Researching Sylvia Plath was actually a lot of fun. As I said, she's dark and wonderful. Wake Forest is a huge, huge place. The library there has to take up at least 75% of the place. It was enormous. And, in that enormous library, I found a 'rare copy' of Sylvia Plath's final poem. I can't recite what it said, but I do know it mentions her folding her children back into her body.

The subscript said: "It was then after scrawling down these last few lines, Plath taped the kitchen door shut, left her children (who were playing in the next room) a plate of cookies, and stuck her head in the gas oven, waiting to die."

Bone chilling.