The most amazing thing just happened. Look!

I thought of this, and said so aloud to the editorial department, and everyone went, silently, in their minds, "Would you shut up about Sylvia Plath already? Second time today." Bethany might have vocalized a response; I can't remember. I was too busy taking closeups.

Here's Sylvia Plath reading "Black Rook in Rainy Weather" in her weird, wavering, wonderful voice.