Sublime

could tell you all about it. Gertrude Stein

At the corner, in a faint patch of the morning sun, I looked in my wallet to count my bus tickets. In the wallet I found three hundred francs, taken from Hella, my carte d’identité, my address in the United States, and paper, paper, scraps of paper, cards, photographs. On each piece of paper I found addresses, telephone numbers, memos of various

The last time Scott had been in Paris, he got the Hemingways locked out of one apartment and in trouble with the landlord all the time.

Ernest’s zest for life was infectious.

check out F. Scott Fitzgerald’s collection of seventeen short stories featuring Pat Hobby, a down-and-out screenwriter and boozing hack trying to still make a living in Hollywood.

Into the fourth July since The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald was encouraged when James Joyce came to dinner at his home in Paris.

Not that Sandy would cheat on Gary, but to flirt, to play pretend in this world of smooth, perfect, colorful moving surfaces, is to breathe deeply, to relax back into the shape of the person she once was.