Excerpts from The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath:

"[...] The night before I had seen a play whose heroine was possessed by a demon, and when he spoke through her the voice was so deep and cavernous that it was impossible to know whether it was a man or a woman. Well, Hilda's voice sounded like the voice of that demon."

"She stared at her reflection in the glittering shop window, as if she had to make sure, at every moment, that she still existed. The silence between us was so deep that I thought it must be my fault."

"So I said: - Is not this Rosenberg story awful?"

"The Rosenbergs would be electrocuted that night."

"- Yeah! - said Hilda, and I finally thought I had found something human in that heart of stone. It was only when we stopped to wait for the others, in the tumultuous light of the conference room, that Hilda developed that "yeah."

"- It's horrible that people like that are still alive."

"She then yawned, and her pale, orange mouth opened revealing a deep darkness. Fascinated, I stared at the cave that was hiding in her face, until the two lips met and the demon spoke from inside his hiding place: - Glad they are going to die. [...]" (p. 114)