As a young woman she had already survived numerous depressions and a suicide attempt.
"How did I know," she wrote, "that someday - at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere - the bell jar, with it's stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?"
But in her short life she also dared to live. In one poem, she boasted: "I eat men like air."
Then, the bell jar would descend for good.