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Knowing Sylvia, knowing Ruth [US]:
One evening in February 1963, Dr. Ruth Tiffany Barnhouse Beuscher, returned home from a long day treating psychiatric patients. Her husband William, also a psychiatrist, was already in bed. His custom was to retire early and read the evening paper. Ruth wearily mounted the stairs and sat on the bed next to him. Without any greeting or a look in her direction, he dryly asked, 'Have you heard the news about Sylvia Plath?'

'No, what is it?' she replied, sensing the news was bad.

'She's dead,' he said. 'She committed suicide.'
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