I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
The Portable F. Scott Fitzgerald (ed. 1945)
I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
The Portable F. Scott Fitzgerald (ed. 1945)