But he never abandoned the Yale Club. I like this quote a lot. Who shall I say phoned? Τίποτε δεν σε πληγώνει βαθιά, όταν πιστεύεις στη δική σου αλήθεια, κι ας καταστρέφεις ανθρώπους θεωρώντας ότι απλώς πληρώνουν τη δική τους αδυναμία. The only way I can describe young Anson Hunter is to approach him as if he were a foreigner and cling stubbornly to my point of view. Confused by his mixture of solidity and self-indulgence, of sentiment and cynicism--incongruities which her gentle mind was unable to resolve--Paula grew to think of him as two alternating personalities. Though Edna scented his hostility, she was unprepared for the directness of his approach. Her red tam was a bright spot of color against the steel-green sea, and from time to time she looked up with a flashing bob of her head, and smiled with amusement and interest, and anticipation.
Often it was interrupted, giving way to that emasculated humor we call fun; when they were alone it was resumed again, solemn, low-keyed, and pitched so as to give each other a sense of unity in feeling and thought. The Yale Club, of course; bridge until dinner, then four or five raw cocktails in somebody's room and a pleasant confused evening. In February he took his vacation and went down to Florida. I'll fall for some chorus girl like the rest. But an immediate marriage wasn't discussed--even the engagement was to be secret until after the war. I'll fall for some chorus girl like the rest. .
The uncalculated opportunity overwhelmed them, made them both breathless, and they clung more closely. Even when they enter deep into our world or sink below us, they still think that they are better than we are. Uncle Robert has always been my best friend. He also perceived that money corrupts the will to excellence. He no longer joined the twilight gathering at the De Soto bar, and whenever they were seen together they were engaged in a long, serious dialogue, which must have gone on several weeks.
Anson heard the story again and again with increasing annoyance. His material urges direct him to possess and own people in the way he does things, and this approach does not appeal to the women around him. In August Anson's plane slipped down into the North Sea. What this world lacked in spaciousness and scale it made up for by allowing them a liberty that it scarcely permitted itself. Once, by some mutual instinct, several children got up from the front row and moved to the last. The best of the three is the 'The Last of the Belles'. In July he was ordered abroad, and their tenderness and desire reached a crescendo.
Bouffalant uses Horn Attack on Snivy fainting it. This handicap, or tragic flaw, gains my sympathy. This was pretty much the only interesting thing about the story. I did not care as much for the The Last of the Belles, but, and this I have stated before and will probably repeat until the end: as with any of Fitzgerald's stories, it is worth reading. On the way he tore his own letter into bits and dropped it in the street. This collection includes three stories - The Rich Boy, The Bridal Party, and The Last of the Belles - as well as a very nice introduction by John Updike, who shares the history of a little spat between Fitzgerald and Hemingway that was apparently instigated by a line in The Rich Boy.
Anson got drunk flagrantly and missed an engagement with her, whereupon Paula made certain behavioristic demands. He would never love any one as he had loved Paula, but he insisted that he no longer cared. He has no right to threaten to expose Edna and Cary, and he is thus directly responsible for Cary's suicide. For lovers of Gatsby, perhaps this book serves as a fitting extension of Jay Gatsby's world and a thoughtful imagining of what an associate of his might look like up close. At twenty-eight he began to accept with equanimity the prospect of marrying without romantic love; he resolutely chose a New York girl of his own class, pretty, intelligent, congenial, above reproach--and set about falling in love with her. Scott Fitzgerald 1896-1940 Red Book January and February 1926 Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created--nothing. Trembling a little with excitement, they got into a borrowed car together and drove to Port Washington.
Let me tell you about the very rich. Karger believed that Anson was exceptionally reliable, so she allowed Dolly to go with him to distant country clubs and suburban houses without inquiring closely into their activities or questioning her explanations when they came in late. Legendre while Paula sat listening in silence. Anson got drunk flagrantly and missed an engagement with her, whereupon Paula made certain behavioristic demands. There were always women of a sort, but the ones he knew had temporarily vanished, and to pass a New York evening in the hired company of a stranger never occurred to him--he would have considered that that was something shameful and secret, the diversion of a travelling salesman in a strange town.
Perhaps when we meet this summer we may talk things over and decide differently--we were so excited and sad that day, and I don't feel that I can live all my life without you. Back in the salon he was pouring himself a drink with uneasy fingers, when the front door opened suddenly, and his cousin came in. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest, hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart. He and his wife kept an eye on them as well as they were able until the two older boys went away to school, but in huge establishments this is difficult--it was much simpler in the series of small and medium-sized houses in which my own youth was spent--I was never far out of the reach of my mother's voice, of the sense of her presence, her approval or disapproval. Five great rings, cold with diamonds and emeralds, sparkled on her slender hands.