I developed a mania for Fitzgerald – by the time I’d graduated from high school I’d read everything he’d written. I started with ‘The Great Gatsby’ and moved on to ‘Tender Is the Night,’ which just swept me away. Then I read ‘This Side of Paradise,’ his novel about Princeton – I literally slept with that book under my pillow for two years.
You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.
Sure, men like a challenge – but so do women. And nobody likes to be challenged all the time. I know plenty of long-standing happy couples who slept together right away, spent hours yakking on the phone, split checks down the middle, and lived together for years before the wedding.
I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women… no woman has excited passions among women more than I have.
God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.