A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Tag: beauty prose great-gatsby everyday-objects great-prose

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