"She probably thought I was wandering around
god knows where, for god knows how long
without God or cigarettes. I'd guess she was worried."
My memory's not what it used to be.
Monday, July 8, 2013
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Excerpt from "Tender is the Night"
"On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose- colored hotel." --F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
