I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.
In "The Bell Jar," the narrator reflects on a profound moment of solace while lying in a bathtub high above New York City. This setting, a hotel exclusively for women, serves as a sanctuary where she begins to feel a sense of renewal and purity. This experience is akin to a spiritual cleansing, revealing the depth of her emotional state and desire for isolation amid the city’s chaos.
The narrator expresses...
