F. Scott Fitzgerald was very much a hands on father to his only child, given the feminine namesake of his own name, Frances Scott Fitzgerald, frequently called “Scottie” throughout much of her life. Despite the thousands of surviving correspondences Fitzgerald had with colleagues, fans, or even family members, it is through his letters to his daughter that present the author in the most humane and loving light be it through his adoring kidding around with her, or giving out frequent literary puzzles for her to solve. In this one, Fitzgerald plays the role of a college literary professor handing out a midterm question for fun to Scottie.
The answer to his question is the line in The Great Gatsby, “He lit Daisy’s cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far cross the room, where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald reads Ode to a Nightingale:
“Tender is the night…but here there is no light.”
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i know where i’m stopping on my way to florida this summer :)
What I've tasted of desire: Sweetheart, Please, please don’t be so depressed—We’ll be married...
Sweetheart,
Please, please don’t be so depressed—We’ll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever—and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night—
Maybe you won’t understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it’s hardest to…
“Then the illusion snapped like a nest of threads; the room grouped itself around him, voices, faces, movement; the garish shimmer of lights overhead became real, became portentous; breath began, the slow respiration that she and he took in time with this docile hundred, the rise and fall of bosoms, the eternal meaningless play and interplay and tossing and reiterating of word and phrase— all these wrenched his senses open to the suffocating pressure of life— and then her voice came at him, cool as the suspended dream he had left behind.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
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Two souls are sometimes created together and — and in love before they’re born.
The Beautiful and Damned- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)
Sylvia Plath’s copy of Gatsby.
Scott — there’s nothing in all the world I want but you — and your precious love — All the material things are nothing. I’d just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence — because you’d soon love me less — and less — and I’d do anything — anything — to keep your heart for my own — I don’t want to live — I want to love first, and live incidentally — Why don’t you feel that I’m waiting — I’ll come to you, Lover, when you’re ready — Don’t don’t ever think of the things you can’t give me — You’ve trusted me with the dearest heart of all — and it’s so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had
Zelda Sayre to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)
