Tender Is The Night.

An excerpt from my favourite author F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel Tender Is The Night:

"Isn't it funny and lonely being together? No place to go except close. Shall we just love and love? Ah, but I love the most, and I can tell when you're away from me, even a little. I think it's wonderful to be just like everybody else, to reach out and find you all warm beside me in the bed.

…I'm so afraid of falling, I'm so heavy and clumsy -- like a broken roly poly that can't stand up straight. The cold stethoscope against my heart and my strongest feeling, "Je m'en fiche de tout." -- Oh that poor woman in the hospital with the blue baby, much better dead. 

…With our heels hitting the floor together. This is the blowy corner and each time we turn it I slant forward against the wind and pull my coat together without losing step with him. We are chanting nonsense. The people in chairs look at us, and a woman is trying to hear what we are singing. He is tired of singing, so go on alone, love.

You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it."