Hardly a book of human worth, be it heaven's own secret, is honestly placed before the reader it is either shunned, given a Periclean funeral oration in a hundred and fifty words, or interred in the potter's field of the newspapers' back pages.
Hardly a book of human worth, be it heaven's own secret, is honestly placed before the reader it is either shunned, given a Periclean funeral oration in a hundred and fifty words, or interred in the potter's field of the newspapers' back pages.
What is most appalling in an F. Scott Fitzgerald book is that it is peopleless fiction Fitzgerald writes about spectral, muscled suits dresses, hats, and sleeves which have some sort of vague, libidinous throb.
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