Amory selected a blade of grass and nibbled at it scientifically.
"I never fall in love in August or September," he proffered. "When then?" "Christmas or Easter. I'm a liturgist." "Easter!" She turned up her nose. "Huh! Spring in corsets!" "Easter would bore spring, wouldn't she? Easter has her hair braided, wears a tailored suit."
"Bind on thy sandals, oh, thou most fleet. Over the splendor and speed of thy feet" quoted Eleanor softly, and then added: "I suppose Hallowe'en is a better day for autumn than Thanksgiving."
"Much better and Christmas eve does very well for winter, but summer..." "Summer has no day," she said. "We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth.... It has no day." "Fourth of July," Amory suggested facetiously. "Don't be funny!" she said, raking him with her eyes. "Well, what could fulfil the promise of spring?" She thought a moment. "Oh, I suppose heaven would, if there was one," she said finally, "a sort of pagan heaven you ought to be a materialist," she continued irrelevantly. "Why?" "Because you look a good deal like the pictures of Rupert Brooke."Have you ever fell in love with a mirror on paper?
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this is the one f. scott fitzgerald novel i haven't read yet...by the looks of the quote i really should, soon.
ReplyDeletea mirror on paper...do you mean falling in love with a literary work because of seeing yourself in it? yes, probably. it's anais nin's house of incest, isn't it, 'where we only love ourselves in the other'...although i may not have interpreted the question as i should've.
Yes, you did well. I see myself in the Eleanor character. She's such a hopeless romantic, but vulgar at it sometimes. Reading it just makes me think about myself ans what I need to do with my life so the colors of my imagination can touch just a prism of reality!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely! Amazing post :D
ReplyDeleteBrilliant piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely way to put that question.I suppose I haven't ever met a character just like myself on my rendezvous with books and the people inside those books.It must be like a process of falling in love with yourself and at the same time rediscovering things.
Once again,gorgeously written.