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. ”
