There was a midsummer restlessness abroad—early August with imprudent loves and impulsive crimes. Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Quote More from F. Scott Fitzgerald “The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped …” “Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to d…” “What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? Wha…” “He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in h…”