Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Poor Dexter Green

"Fall made him clinch his hands and tremble and repeat idiotic sentences to himself, and make brisk abrupt gestures of command to imaginary audiences and armies. October filled him with hope which November raised to a sort of ecstatic triumph, and in this mood the fleeting impressions of the summer at Sherry Island were ready grist to his mill."
F. Scott Fitzgerald from "Winter Dreams"

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