I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: drunkenness
The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHave a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself.
F. Scott FitzgeraldPlease do not have a band, as I do not care for music.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThey slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: humor intimacy sexual
A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAnd so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHer face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe grass is full of ghosts tonight.' 'The whole campus is alive with them.' They paused by Little and watched the moon rise, to make silver of the slate roof of Dodd and blue the rustling trees. 'You know,' whispered Tom, 'what we feel now is the sense of all the gorgeous youth that has rioted through here in two hundred years.' ...
And what we leave here is more than class; it's the whole heritage of youth. We're just one generation-- we're breaking all the links that seemed to bind us her to top-booted and high-stocked generations. We've walked arm and arm with Burr and Light-Horse Harry Lee through half these deep-blue nights.' 'That's what they are,' Tom tangented off, 'deep-blue-- a bit of color would spoil them, make them exotic.' Spries, against a sky that's a promise of dawn, and blue light on the slate roofs-- it hurts... rather--' 'Good-by, Aaron Burr,' Amory called toward deserted Nassau Hall, 'you and I knew strange corners of life.
Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats and soldiers of fortune, while orchestras played Hungarian waltzes and the air was thick and exotic with intrigue and moonlight and adventure.
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