1938) You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner. He was sufficiently spoiled what is litterature to be charming; she was ingenuous enough to be irresistible. You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.
I care not who hoes the lettuce of my country if I can eat the salad! They might take over the claim immediately and institute a monopoly. The whole moral test is in the books. There open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pinprick, but wounds still. Nick in chapter nine reflects on Gatsbys dream, I thought of Gatsbys wonder when he first picked out the green light at the of Daisys dock. The body of the darker storm flies; brings. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did. A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big. For most men and women these thirty years are taken up with a gradual withdrawal from life, a retreat first from a front with many shelters, those myriad amusements and curiosities of youth, to a line with less, when we peel down our ambitions.