She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’
What Sylvia Plath underlined in her copy of The Great Gatsby. For an equally poetic complement, see 18-year-old Plath on loving everybody and living with curiosity.