Oct 28
I was crazy about The Great Gatsby. Old Gatsby. Old sport. That killed me.
— The Catcher in the Rye, J. D. Salinger, 1951. (via voiciwindi)
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Oct 28
Her glance left me and sought the lighted top of the steps, where ‘Three o’clock in the Morning’, a neat, sad little waltz of that year, was drifting out the open door. After all, in the very casualness of Gatsby’s party there were romantic possibilities totally absent from her world. What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. (via aacissej)
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Oct 27
I like large parties, they’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
— The Great Gatsby (via ivyandg0ld)
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