F. Scott Fitzgerald

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Portrait of F. Scott Fitzgerald F. Scott Fitzgerald This Side of Paradise/Book Two… (1920)

Declining further locomotion or further stimulation, Amory left the car and sauntered back along the board walk to the hotel.
He was in an eddy again, a deep, lethargic gulf, without desire to work or write, love or dissipate. For the first time in his life he rather longed for death to roll over his generation, obliterating their petty fevers and struggles and exultations.
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Portrait of F. Scott Fitzgerald F. Scott Fitzgerald This Side of Paradise/Book Two… (1920)

Dawn was breaking over the sea.
"It's getting blue," she said.
"It does very well," agreed Amory critically, and then as an after- thought: "It's almost breakfast-time—do you want something to eat?"
"Food—" she said with a cheerful laugh. "Food is what queered the party. We ordered a big supper to be sent up to the room about two o'clock. Alec didn't give the waiter a tip, so I guess the little bastard snitched."
Jill's low spirits seemed to have gone faster than the scattering night.
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