Sublime

By summer Scott and Ernest were seeing more and more of each other, occasionally at the home of Gertrude Stein.

The response to the Ponce de Leon was so enthusiastic, however, that Flagler was soon at work on a companion hotel nearby, the Alcazar, where he intended that guests of more modest means could experience something of the sybarite’s lifestyle. Flagler and his new wife took a suite at the Ponce de Leon, meanwhile, and announced that Florida was now t

“Yes but not for long. Poor Scott. Terribly black-ass. He’d come to collect some things he’d left in storage.” “Was he with Zelda?” “No, he had to put her somewhere for safekeeping. He was feeling bereft and sorry for himself, and for her. We were having dinner at the Closerie. ‘Just imagine,’ he said, ‘ten years ago we were the Golden Girl and her

Paris est une fête, publié de manière posthume en 1964, concerne les années parisiennes 1921 à 1926.

Paris n’a jamais de fin, mais peut-être que ceci vous donnera une idée exacte des gens, des lieux et du pays, à l’époque où Hadley et moi nous nous croyions invulnérables. Invulnérables, nous ne l’étions pas, et ce fut la fin de la première période parisienne.

For Paris is, according to its legend, the city where everyone loses his head, and his morals, lives through at least one histoire d’amour, ceases, quite, to arrive anywhere on time, and thumbs his nose at the Puritans—the city, in brief, where all become drunken on the fine old air of freedom. This legend, in the fashion of legends, has this much