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Francis Scott Fitzgerald

The Last Tycoon

    sergeyganovhas quoted2 years ago
    He had flown up very high to see, on strong wings, when he was young. And while he was up there he had looked on all the kingdoms, with the kind of eyes that can stare straight into the sun. Beating his wings tenaciously – finally frantically – and keeping on beating them, he had stayed up there longer than most of us, and then, remembering all he had seen from his great height of how things were, he had settled gradually to earth.
    sergeyganovhas quoted2 years ago
    The motors were off, and all our five senses began to readjust themselves for landing. I could see a line of lights for the Long Beach Naval Station ahead and to the left, and on the right a twinkling blur for Santa Monica. The California moon was out, huge and orange over the Pacific. However I happened to feel about these things – and they were home, after all – I know that Stahr must have felt much more. These were the things I had first opened my eyes on, like the sheep on the back lot of the old Laemmle studio; but this was where Stahr had come to earth after that extraordinary illuminating flight where he saw which way we were going, and how we looked doing it, and how much of it mattered. You could say that this was where an accidental wind blew him, but I don’t think so. I would rather think that in a ‘long shot’ he saw a new way of measuring our jerky hopes and graceful rogueries and awkward sorrows, and that he came here from choice to be with us to the end. Like the plane coming down into the Glendale airport, into the warm darkness.
    furlerhas quoted2 years ago
    . I asked you to come here openly, bring your husband if you have on
    furlerhas quoted2 years ago
    ferred to him, but all the time watching the table behind the pillars.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    This is Cecilia taking up the story. I think it would be most interesting to follow my own movements at this point, as this is a time in my life that I am ashamed of. What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    He asked her to sit close in the car, and she did, but they did not seem close, because for that you have to seem to be growing closer. Nothing stands still.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    Be a trollop, he thought. He wanted the pattern of his life broken. If he was going to die soon, like the two doctors said, he wanted to stop being Stahr for a while and hunt for love like men who had no gifts to give, like young nameless men who looked along the streets in the dark.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    She opened the door of the veranda and pulled in two wicker chairs, drying them off. He watched her move, intently, yet half afraid that her body would fail somewhere and break the spell. He had watched women in screen tests and seen their beauty vanish second by second, as if a lovely statue had begun to walk with the meagre joints of a paper doll. But Kathleen was ruggedly set on the balls of her feet – the fragility was, as it should be, an illusion.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    ‘Are you surprised?’

    ‘At what?’

    ‘That we’re two people again. Don’t you always think – hope that you’ll be one person, and then find you’re still two?’
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    They had left a part of themselves behind, and they felt light and free in the car.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    He looked at it tentatively.

    ‘Is that really what you want?’

    ‘I like to eat in American drug-stores. It seems so queer and strange.’
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    He was annoyed with Lew because he had thought it was the President and had changed his manner, acting as if it were. He felt a little ridiculous, but Kathleen felt sorry and liked him better because it had been an orang-outang.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    ‘Yes. Otherwise it’s all just mañana – waiting for the morning or the moon.’
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    fuselage of Stahr’s house.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    Kathleen drank a coke instead
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    So Stahr and I danced to the beautiful music of Glen Miller playing I’m on a See-Saw. It was good dancing now, with plenty of room. But it was lonely – lonelier than before the girl had gone. For me, as well as for Stahr, she took the evening with her, took along the stabbing pain I had felt – left the great ballroom empty and without emotion. Now it was nothing, and I was dancing with an absent-minded man who told me how much Los Angeles had changed.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    He was right – I knew that since 1933 the rich could only be happy alone together.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    But at home he felt a curious loneliness as his butler made him tea in the samovar. It was the old hurt come back, heavy and delightful. When he took up the first of two scripts that were his evening stint, that presently he would visualise line by line on the screen, he waited a moment, thinking of Minna. He explained to her that it was really nothing, that no one could ever be like she was, that he was sorry.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    ‘Is this all?’ he said spontaneously.
    marydahm09has quoted3 years ago
    Little by little he was losing the feel of such things, until it seemed that Minna had taken their poignancy with her; his appreciation of splendour was fading so that presently the luxury of eternal mourning would depart. A childish association of Minna with the material heavens made him, when he reached his office, order out his roadster for the first time this year. The big limousine seemed heavy with remembered conferences or exhausted sleep.
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