across 50 years
I can relate to Sylvia across 50 years and not having been a student for 30.
For me it is unnerving to find so many remarks that look as if they could have been written yesterday.
Trying to understand her state of mind (I am talking about the first half of the journals – where I am right now) I get the impression her depression comes from high expectations of herself. Not just the envy, jealousy and hate (usual Scorpio stuff) but a kind of retribution for her high moments.
She reminds me a bit of the 19th century romantics, who could only crash into more opium or depression once they realised the world was not going to alter much. But Sylvia was not that idealistic about the world … or what?