What we relish, sometimes, is
that distinction between lan-
guour and ease which allows a
livelier contentment to be ex-
tended, as Fitzgerald sought,
even in the scintillating op-
ulence of his sentences, that
decay in their reverberation.
Such an idyll did he frame in
the negative in Gatsby, the
Summer season has never been
the same.
I don't say this rhetorically.
I think Scott Fitzgerald immor-
talised a condition no one can
envy, to refresh great energy.
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