F. Scott Fitzgerald Quote

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.


The Portable F. Scott Fitzgerald (ed. 1945)


Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his...

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his...

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his...

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his...