In the decadent theory of decline, each new generation is worse than the one before, and living in a worse world. I heard strange music and the flare of barbaric trumpets ….
Cohan, and there was one stunning young brunette who made him sit with brimming eyes in the ecstasy of watching her dance. When he came into a room clad in his full purple regalia from thatch to toe, he resembled a Turner sunset, and attracted both admiration and attention.
People get sick of hearing the same name over and over. It wasn't dignified to come off second best, pleading, with a doughty warrior like Isabelle. Despite my earlier affinity for Fitzgerald, however, it has taken me years to get around to reading another one of his books.
I'm sick of a system where the richest man gets the most beautiful girl if he wants her, where the artist without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer.
His long monologues can get a bit frustrating.
Amory marked himself a fortunate youth, capable of infinite expansion for good or evil. Let your hair grow and write poems like this guy D'Invilliers in the Lit. Amory felt an immense desire to give people security. Aside from a minute shyness, he felt that the old cynical kinship with his mother had not been one bit broken.