BELL JAR

I am really tempted to change the title to Bell Jar.
Sylvia Plath uses it as a metaphor for being trapped. The bell jar appears at the end of the script where GIRL says:


Why did he have to do that! Why did he pretend not to know, and keep silent when he knew what to say? Why did he stand in front of the wrong door one day, and try to pry it open with a rusty key of long ago? Why would he put his hopes, shirts, dreams and keys into a bell jar. If only you’d break one day, you, your bell jar and your self-sufficiency. Then you’d come running to me.

Bell jar being how the BOY keeps everything. Hmmm vitrine is maybe a nice word to use.