F. Scott Fitzgerald Quote of the Day

Because, damn it, self will never ever ever ever get to the end of The Beautiful and the Damned.

Never ever ever ever.

She might as well mine it for “fodder.”

Fortunately, the further along self gets, the more fodder she encounters.

In Book Two, Chapter 1, in a section called “Heyday,” there occurs a discussion between the hero and the heroine (Anthony and Gloria) of the merits and de-merits of the City of New York.  The conversation takes place sometime after their engagement has been publicly announced.  During an evening walk, Gloria observes:

“I’ll bet policemen think people are fools,” said Gloria thoughtfully, as she watched a large but cowardly lady being helped across the street.  “He always sees them frightened and inefficient and old —  they are,” she added.  And then:  “We’d better get off.  I told mother I’d have an early supper and go to bed.  She says I look tired, damn it.”

Nothing has changed.  This novel was published in 1922, almost a hundred years ago.

Today was a beautiful day in southern Scotland, dear blog readers.  The weather forecast for the next two days is rain.  And then more rain.

Stay tuned.

Thursday: More Reading

from Theodore Roethke (via Christian McEwen’s World Enough & Time:  On Creativity and Slowing Down):

Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste.  It’s what everything else isn’t.

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The opening from Allison Amend’s short story “Good Shabbos,” in StoryQuarterly 35 (1999)

Fifty years later, in a town in France —  the seat of the French resistance — a woman is invited to dinner.  She can’t decide what to wear or bring.  Her confusion is understandable; in French, carry and bring are the same verb.  Pants and wine?  A skirt and flowers?

The family lives in the old part of town, the Jewish part, where the cobblestone streets still make walking an unbalanced, unnatural action, and the woman bobs and weaves, lifting her skirt and clutching her flowers.  The stones are shiny with the omnipresent winter rain but her umbrella catches the drops.  In English, the word umbrella comes from the Latin for shade, but the French use it to ward off the rain:  parapluie; for rain.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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