Friday, July 18, 2014

Saturday commute xcii: Neither Daisy nor Tom at East Egg

    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


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