F. Scott Fitzgerald

His wife and his mistress, until an hour ago absolutely secure, were slipping from his control

refused to be interested. He would steal down the back stairs and return to the

The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into im

veins; her expression was both tranquil and aware in a pleasant way. However, one’s eye

mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.’ He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m

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