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Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by Moderator1, Apr 22, 2005.

  1. heyabbott

    heyabbott Well-Known Member

    “The February streets, wind-washed by night, blow full of strange half-intermittent damps, bearing on wasted walks in shining sight wet snow plashed into gleams under the lamps, like golden oil from some divine machine, in an hour of thaw and stars. Strange damps--full of the eyes of many men, crowded with life borne in upon a lull. . . . Oh, I was young, for I could turn again to you, most finite and most beautiful, and taste the stuff of half-remembered dreams, sweet and new on your mouth. . . . There was a tanging in the midnight air--silence was dead and sound not yet awoken--Life cracked like ice!--one brilliant note and there, radiant and pale, you stood . . . and spring had broken.“ from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s first novel. Written when he was 20 or 21 and not yet a published author.
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