We now note the tempestuous marriage of Thomas, marked by dependence on alcohol and continuous betrayals (mutual, it seems) lasted until the premature death of the poet, at age 39. We also know a story according to which the wife of Thomas, Caitlin Macnamara , shouted at the bedside of her husband's dying "Is the bloody man dead yet?" (not yet dead, the bastard?) But surely the lucky buyer of the journal Caitlin, went at auction in May 2008, will be aware of, often conflicting, aspects of married life Thomas, and will be surprised to read some words written by the wife of the poet has disappeared: "Oh God, oh Dylan, it must be cold down there, it is cold enough on top, in November: The Dirtiest month of the year That you killed on the ninth vile day. If Only I Could take you a bowl of your bread, and milk, and salt, That you always drank at night, to warm you up. " (Oh God, oh Dylan, it must be cold down there, it is quite cold here too above, in November, the dirtiest month of the year that killed you in its ninth day coward. If only I could take your bowl with bread, milk and salt, which always takes at night to warm you up.)
The diary is part of a private collection belonging to a New Yorker, was auctioned for 250,000 pounds from the London antiquarian bookseller Rick Gekoski , which states: "It was a tumultuous marriage, of That there is no doubt, But what this collection has is Both Sides of it. It is very raw and emotional. Sometimes she says 'Oh my God, I wish I'd never married him' and at other times she wishes she Was With Him in the grave giving HIM a cuddle. " (It 's been a tumultuous marriage, there is no doubt about this, but this collection shows both sides. It' s very raw and emotional. Sometimes writes 'Oh God, I wish he had never married' and other times would be in his tomb to be able to embrace) 
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