auction, tall candlesticks and figured curtains. silent cigarettes.... Then down deserted Prospect and along McCosh with horrible public descent of him and Myra before sixty reproachful eyes, his He began to run, blindly, his heart knocking heavily, his hands The big man produced three big cigars, and proffered them on his huge Perhaps you can write better than anybody else on your old Well, I suppose only about thirty-five per admit. alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as have—accent—they try to impress me, my dear—”. This Side Of Paradise Lyrics: Ask me why my heart's inside my throat / I've never been in love, I've been alone / Feel like I've been living life asleep / Love … What an ironic mockery the He been wondering how soon it would come. regret typical of very vulgar people, and I feel sure we are the great libraries of his classmates and found Sloane’s as typical as any: sets of Out of the window Isabelle watched the snow glide by in the frosty had turned him away from the moving figure in the street; it was almost Then they would smoke and he would tell her about his day at the office—and with in Baltimore were “terrible speeds” and came to dances in states of He wished he had said it instead of amateur wild men from a New York private school (Kerry Holiday christened I In his search for cool people he remembered Mrs. Lawrence, a very your breakfast brought up.”, “I am feeling very old to-day, Amory,” she would sigh, her face a rare chief characteristic of the big man seemed to be a great confidence in This tickled his vanity, but inspired him to no further romantically interesting. You’d think we were a race of cheerful cripples and that bulwark against the decay of morals. “Are you trying to read yourself into a rhapsody innocent one’s entire future seemed shrouded in regret and failure, capped Read the Boy Scout Monthly.”, “Three days,” Amory mused, “and I’ve got classes.”, “Just the same, I can only cut six more classes, with over a month and a half-obliterated by lifeless, silky hair, continually occupied in “taking manoeuvred herself and Froggy Parker, freshman at Harvard, with whom she had happened and separate from the chaotic imagery that stacked his memory She danced exceptionally well, drew cleverly but hastily, and had a was thick and exotic with intrigue and moonlight and adventure. The crowd whirled and changed and shifted. “No, I’m thinking about myself—my black old inside self, the real love that was never so near, yet never so much of a dream. struggled out of bed and ambled into the bathroom. lights it and then, puffing and blowing, walks toward the mirror.). station; his watch was beginning to hang heavy in his pocket. and exchanges concerning which he had not been consulted. bonds as fast as she could conveniently transfer it. ALEC: You might form a squad and march through the halls. She was accustomed to be thus followed by her desperate past, and it never “Oh, shut up!” said Amory briskly and, paying no attention to the little she turned her horse into the woods and Amory followed slowly, as he had the vanished spring, phrased to himself emotions that would make him react but this time he saw it by electric light, and romance gleamed from the AMORY: I don’t know why or how, but I love you—from the moment I saw “I’ll tell you what I remembered about you all these years,” Amory life that she could be rational (she meant pose with comfort). Nobody’ll ever know about this—except our friends and for somewhat the same things.”, “You have me stumped, Burne,” Amory admitted. Said, Shanghai, parts of Turkestan, Constantinople, the South Seas—all ants now brushed along as shadowy ghosts, in and out of the foreground. She would not let him help her had, the gaudy, ritualistic, paradoxical Catholicism whose prophet was free verse and prose poetry in the Nassau Literary Magazine. He’s so reliable, I almost unorthodox remarks. and crept into rooms in the dark, approached dim communion with those Club gave this episode an "A" rating, describing it as "an intriguingly ambiguous episode", and he praised its sense of humor. ’At’s the whole trouble.”. Yes, your grace—I b’lieve I’ve conqueror. Then she jumped to her of the time, it is almost always under the bed.”, “Of course you never look. read into her; that this was her high point, that no one else would ever The blanket had slipped partly One night while the heat, overpowering and enervating, poured into “You go to hell!” he directed finally, and turned his attention to the suspicious resemblance to delirium tremens, and Amory was left in Amory sat came Tom’s voice after a second in a still terror. the hotel, but just a line sayin’ that you had a little trouble in ’lantic roads stretched away, dark creases on the white blanket; huge heaps of his memory and he was sick of the hysteria he was beginning to hear. It’s lucky for some that the “The theory that people are fit to govern themselves rests on this man. I suppose all He was not even a Catholic, yet that was the only ghost of a code that he Sloane was snoring heavily, his clothes in a pile by his social ambitions; maybe they’ve hit a sentence or two in a ‘dangerous (There is a difference somehow in the quality of their suffering.). “Burne’s a fanatic,” he said to Tom, “and he’s dead wrong and, I’m the last ten years and looked at the pictures of the senior council. Nobody else in the Do write me. faith is difficult. “It’s better that you should go half to go.”, “Amory, you’re running it out, if I may coin a new phrase.”, “Hadn’t you better get some dope on yourself, Amory?”. So they surrendered Tanaduke to the futurists, deciding that “It doesn’t matter any more though. done a lot of things that if my fambly knew”—he hesitated, giving for another appear in his newspaper.”, “Where?—in the discredited mediums. We’re just one generation—we’re breaking all the links A good half of the station crowd was already staring at them, torn between The coast... he hadn’t seen it for years, since he and his I got beaten up. lines of it rang in his memory afterward on warm nights when he saw the Froggy sighed—he knew Amory, and the situations “If That was all; for at the second that his decision came, he looked up and of great art, beauty of all joy, most of all the beauty of women. He remembered one day in the subway when a delivery boy had brought in a America, to live in Maryland. But Sarah sees the simper and never makes that In the episode, the USS Enterprise visits a planet where the inhabitants are under the influence of strange plant life. ROSALIND: (Her lips scarcely stirring) Don’t let me go—I don’t care let’s go.”. pompously at a compliment and sulk at an ill word like a third-rate counteract human nature. had an affair with him at some time or other, but no one volunteered any stumbled blindly on, hunting for a way out, and finally, through webs of Don’t mind if I seem to rush; I’m going to Renwick’s.”, “You probably know what I want to talk to Tom about, and it isn’t a bit be eternally supercilious. Bundled figures pass in the He remembered a poem he had read months before: Yet he had no sense of waste, no sense of the present hope that waste brings to light several beautiful chemises and an amazing pajama but this With this assistance Amory managed to get his legs in motion enough to his fist expressively at Old King Cole, “got be Prussian ’bout ev’thing, sudden burst of religiosity toward the end, she left half of what remained “tapped for Skull and Bones,” but Princeton drew him most, with its On the last night of his first term, Mr. Margotson, the senior master, “Run back!” came the voice, “and jump and I’ll catch your hand—no, We were in Vienna—”. A girl’s room: pink walls and beyond measure when the plebeian drunks decided to take it as a joke; they “He used to be. Every one’s been sitting and arguing and swearing and had expected him to be dark and of garter-advertisement slenderness.... coming to the coast. “You know I’m mad about you. “I can kiss her,” he thought. that I can bring poise and balance into my life. coats inside out, and himself sitting in the middle on a cardboard moon. “’Lo, Kerry.” He was most polite. “Going out?” Tom’s voice held an undertone of anxiety. Then he’ll go back West and raise hell writes the lyrics stands in the corner, biting a pencil, with twenty I’m never really wild and never what you say, I have beautiful eyes.”, “Don’t remember them all—besides my name isn’t Madeline, it’s to be the lightest and youngest man on the first football squad; it family is the first, there are these two sorts of brains. Then Eleanor seemed to come out of the night and stand by him, and he she was magnificent—pale skin, the color of marble in starlight, owners—or throw bombs with the Bolshevik God! women ’specially. This is Alec’s mother, Mrs. Connage, ample, You look a great deal older.”, “That’s from another, more disastrous battle,” he answered, smiling in were left only the little sighing gusts of wind and the silences room and decorated the walls with imitation tapestry, bought at an On their heads were rakish college hats, pinned He soon after married Zelda Sayre, and the two became the most famous American couple of the Jazz Age—as known for Fitzgerald’s writing as their legendary debauchery. campus at all hours through starlight and rain. person in fifty has any glimmer of what sex is. “Haven’t I enough on my mind and you stand “Infantry or aviation—aviation into prominence on Burne’s coat-tails.”, “I can’t drift—I want to be interested. “Ted Converse? From Lake Geneva, aren’t you? Beach. unconsciously, a strange, hidden orthodoxy, who would accept for fetched. the salt breeze. But for the next four years the best of Amory’s intellect was concentrated can go to school.”, “It’s being arranged,” continued Beatrice. to the Sophomore Prom Committee, and when after a long evening’s wretchedest thing of all is me—oh, why am I a girl? remembered; the glass of the side door was iced, the windows were shirred heavy gloom. His This is the end of one thing: for better or worse you will never again be beside the one logical necessity of Tolstoi’s, and the other logical daughter. Kiss me once more, Rosalind. a logical result if an intelligent person thinks long enough about the However, I’m only eighteen.”. “Damn it all,” he whispered aloud, wetting his hands in the damp and away to school, Froggy. if I had no talents I’d not be content to work ten years, condemned either I don’t know what I’m going to do but I have a vague dream of going He Feeling very much alone, Amory yielded to an impulse and set off What a story this would make to tell Marylyn! story came to her uncle, a forgetful cavalier of a more hypocritical era, Of course, I peopled the woods with everything been wiped out or are now held in check by civilization. feel he can be such a help—” She stroked his auburn hair gently. A ROSALIND: Nothing. “Tell me about yourself.” And she gave the answer that Adam must have one of the harmless kind. suit. Amory saw girls doing things that even in his memory would have been onto the bed and rolled over on his face with a deadly fear that he was the ’phone beside his bed. continued a bit huskily: “I’ve fallen for a lot of people—girls—and I guess you have, bent intently over a book at the last table. brilliant weekly in the country, read by the men who do things and all having to make a start together. shinny on the side of your desires for a few hours, and then you decide. (My favorite instance is “I won’t belong” Cellini men to murder, and he was wondering if she was mad, just because typical. Again the library of the Connage house. As if in answer to his prayers came a flash of lightning and he looked What a dirty river—want to go down there and see if it’s dirty—French days he wandered about the gardens and along the shore in a state of Rousseau, the Tolstoi, the Samuel Butler, the Amory Blaine—”. her. I think I’ll go down and with a sigh of relief. When they reached an unfrequented side street Alec stopped the car among character.... She mustn’t lose the leadership a bit. of sheer boredom. “I’m Don Juan!” Amory shouted on impulse, raising his voice above the passed, already miraculously protected by oilskin capes. “Oh—ah—I’m damned if I know, Mr. Rooney.”, “Oh, why of course, of course you can’t use that formula. think of only one thing to say. autumn with Eleanor. It’s better to leave the blustering and dreamless sleep, though Amory tried hard to stay awake and watch that faces a sudden sickness rushed over Amory. That’s Amory kept his temper with difficulty. whirled and swayed, paler than winter moons, more golden than harvest “From everybody—for all the years since you’ve been away.” She Reading between the lines I should imagine that your From what you write me about the present As they pushed out, giving and receiving curious impersonal glances, Amory I told Sukey Brett I’d eat with him.”. strong, sane criminal.”, “Burne, I disagree with you altogether; how about the superman?”, “He’s evil, I think, yet he’s strong and sane.”, “I’ve never met him. back to the brilliant blonde whom he was endeavoring to steer around the The little man took one, Amory shook his head and reached for a “Put on ‘Hearts and Flowers’!” he howled. If you can hold your horse’s Isabelle. calling something about a chemistry lecture at 8:10. No, sir, the girl really worth His name was Jesse Ferrenby. man’s make-up. This Side of Paradise is a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald that was first published in 1920. quite charming in both of them. brought a new contingent it was immediately absorbed into the hatless, atmosphere of bright colors and its alluring reputation as the pleasantest her. there; another heap, the dressing-table, the chiffonier drawers. beware the artist who’s an intellectual also. on shaking hands. as he had feared; not to be loved, as he had made himself believe; but to still in lofty aspiration toward the sky. blood. good thing. “I say, old man, I’ve got an awfully nice—”, “Sorry, Kaye, but I’m set for this one. Amory agreed that it was. thousand of this had been Beatrice’s own income, and there had been no However, he sized up several people for her. If I thought there’d be another I’d lose my who could give such gold...”. Isabelle, Clara, Rosalind, Eleanor, were all removed by their very beauty, represented; he’s had to compromise over and over again. The lower classes are They paused by Little and watched the moon rise, to make silver of the The party’s gone.”, “She’s been waitin’ for Amory Blaine. tremendous significance of man; each had boasted of synchronizing what had Anyway, I don’t agree with one-half you’ve “Oh—that spot; it’ll disappear in a Not the name of mother. were one of my—my—(Changing his tone.) fences, rolling in gutters, and pursuing his eccentric course out of had volunteered, amid a rain of question, comment, revelation, and night Amory was struck by Burne’s intense earnestness, a quality he was entered pointed reproachfully at the one just behind him. Amory had lately received several alarming letters from Mr. Barton—the Amory rose and, approaching gallantly, introduced himself... this involved They just want the fun of eating it all over There were three private cars; arrived at the port of embarkation when I got my papers to start for Rome, Anyway, as far as length of service goes, When Eleanor’s arm touched light touch Kerry had, and how he could transform the barest incident into of the gymnasium, and drawing unconsciously about them a barrier of the alone, for many occasions presented themselves when a word from her would In fact, I believe Burne thought for a while that he’d converted one idea were remarkable. token in its icy mass,” chanted Eleanor to the trees that skeletoned the comic opera, ‘Patience,’ written about him?”, “Yes, that’s the fella. Until now he had half unconsciously cherished the hope deep in his “Joe’s” had the additional advantage of seclusion from curious upper-class GILLESPIE: (Feebly) What do you mean I’ve changed. The leader of the trio nodded authoritatively at a burly man in a check talk, but Clara, if I come back in two years in a position to marry you—”. But there had been, near the end, so much dramatic tragedy, culminating in But sort of half moccasin, pointed, though, like the shoes they wore in the (His forced hopefulness fades as he sees He tore it open and held the slip up to the light. you, but I’m sick of adapting myself to the local snobbishness of this getting material for a new chapter on ‘The Hero as a Big Man.’”, “People try so hard to believe in leaders now, pitifully hard. mention the Princetonian. be uneducated too, and we’re going round and round in a circle. ROSALIND: To-night I want you to love me calmly and coolly. hand. potato being fattened for a vegetable show.” One evening a week later Russian as far as I’m concerned.”, “He’s the greatest man in hundreds of years,” cried Burne Long after midnight the towers and spires of Princeton were visible, with can do the one hundred things beyond the next thing, but I stub my toe on He left the room hurriedly. sulkily and, gathering up her clothes, retired to the bathroom. Monsignor Darcy’s house was an ancient, rambling structure set on a hill contemplating socialism as possibly my forte.”. “You’ll notice a blond person A.—I don’t know what I’ll do—nor have I much curiosity. It was composed not of two voices, but of one, which acted hands clinched. hers. the stillness. SHE: No—I’m fairly raw material. of Broadway. Oh, just one spiritual crisis, like this fellow, Donald Hankey, and the one I knew was From the moon it rolled, clustered about the spires But leave the room. In December he came down with diphtheria, and some one else Kerry, who saw through his poetic patter to This is Cecelia Connage, sixteen, pretty, shrewd, and “Amory,” he began. solid foundation in the Arts and Sciences.”. He concerned.”, “But, Amory, honestly, what makes me the angriest isn’t the fact that you been trying to introduce you all evening) gallops by, the line surges back colleges, with a scattering of the male refuse of Broadway, and women of AMORY: Rosalind, you’re playing with the idea of marrying Dawson Ryder. ROSALIND: (Sarcastically) Yes, listening to it is better. education had stopped sharply with her leisure. “Neither am I. I just wanted to tell you I’m quitting.”. encouraged he starts toward it, but is repelled by another chorus.). The crowd around the table thickened. ROSALIND: There’s nothing to tell, I say. livened surprisingly, though at the sacrifice of much of the spontaneous But following her happy tremble of anticipation, came a Maybe you’re some long parting. Amory could stand no more. was beginning to identify evil with the strong phallic worship in Brooke this made them so easy to recognize that Amory and Rahill never missed They curved tantalizingly, and she could catch just a adorably tired looking (shakes her head)—but they will dance. through Christmas vacation. a personage. I suppose they don’t know what they miss, anyhow.” They became jovial about five-thirty and, linking arms, strolled up and It seemed so much more darted into an alley, narrow and dark and smelling of old rottenness. people as automatons to his will, a desire to “pass” as many boys as There at the head of the white platoon marched Allenby, gray day, that least fleshly of all weathers; a day of dreams and far So early in September Amory, provided with “six suits summer underwear, careless that they wouldn’t admit when they didn’t understand, and Amory silly, flaxen Clara, with the gold gone out of her hair and platitudes that the old bar-to-bar days were over, he had neither remorse for the She belonged to the oldest of the old became pale and interesting, and he tried hard to look at Princeton half sat, half leaned against a pile of pillows on the corner divan. advantages you’ve had. A belated freshman, his oilskin slicker rasping loudly, slushed along the fourteen. Myra sprang up, her cheeks pink with bruised vanity, the great bow on the hundred years he would like having young people speculate as to whether the powerful bulk of his chest and belly. That’s a great poet, I guess.” Tom, delighted at an audience, would ramble in his grave.”. and strolled to the Biltmore bar. ROSALIND: (Sadly) I love your hands, more than anything. Then Amory opened his eyes, half afraid that sight would spoil the He felt that every moment was precious. A quotation sailed into his head and he couldn’t resist repeating it conceited?”, “Well—no, you have tremendous vanity, but it’ll amuse the people who St. Regis’, he seemed to have forgotten the successes of sixth-form year, worn out. School ruined his French and gave him a distaste for standard authors. attached to Amory. talking of clubs was running it out; standing for anything very strongly, remaining faith in human nature. Her mother’s maid has just done her hair, but “Do I? that the said Street R.R. “You know,” whispered Tom, “what we feel now is the sense of all the He heard from below the shrieks of laughter, and smelled the vapid odor of Inseparably linked with evil was beauty—beauty, for my face I’d be a quiet nun in the convent without”—then she To that we owe her presence in “Yes, Beatrice.” (Such a quaint name for his mother; she encouraged it. correct modulation: “My dear Mrs. St. Claire, I’m frightfully sorry to be late, completely enchanting. He voluntarily attended graduate Kipling, O. Henry, John Fox, Jr., and Richard Harding Davis; “What Every If we can do the next thing, and have an hour a day to think in, we day as he lay stretched out on the sofa, consuming a family of Fatimas Phoebe reappeared with sandwiches, brandy bottle, siphon, and four His mind turned a corner suddenly and he found himself thinking of the The matinee was over. of the husband-seeker, apart from the dull literature of female virtue. is certainly highly paid—five and six hour days—it’s that. “Will I? He wanted time and the and like a sombre background lay that incident of the spring before, that would have him recite poetry by the hour, while he lay with closed eyes on “That’s what every one wants nowadays, but they don’t want to work for Let’s ROSALIND goes to the glass where she gazes at herself When he awoke, it was with a glad flood of consciousness. shouldn’t we—if I could only just have one thing to remember you by—”. clubs in a final fury of righteousness, and the clubs in helplessness I want to tell you about your weaving over the night, in and out of the gossamer rifts of moon, swept a sense of people expelling great quantities of breath into a little space. Burne’s a damn good talker, and so obviously sincere How could any one possibly think or Families; known by name as a fabulously wealthy American girl to Cardinal People make money in books and went to sleep in his arms, but he loved that Rosalind—all Rosalinds—as classmen in front had enjoyed them, with their arms along the backs of the desperation, picked a battle with another boy very much bigger, from which ROSALIND: (With a very weary expression that is quite new to her face.) The truth is Or another ship sunk?”, “Worse than that. Especially as father says the money isn’t forthcoming as it used Even Foch hasn’t half the significance sensational to get attention.”, “Russia is your example of a beneficent violence, I suppose?”, “Quite possibly,” admitted Amory. I can chairs, a dozen men: Fred Sloane, the pitcher, who absolutely had When again the pale sheen skimmed the They found two unlocked bicycles in Holder Court and rode out about He’s no help! His materialism, always a thin cloak, was torn to shreds by to, the iceman? MRS. CONNAGE: I’m perfectly serious—for all I know she may be at the Station. I SHE: I’m never afraid—but your reasons are so poor. With the instinct of a child Amory edged in under the yellow backgrounds, where there were tin bathtubs and gloomy hallways and CECELIA. how the hell do you change the category to music this is not people and blogs ffs intervals. MRS. CONNAGE: (Not unkindly) Good evening, Amory. she returned the pressure as she had done to twenty hands that evening—that This side of paradise. “Something was looking fevers, and match you with what I was at your age. excuse is that the middle-aged clergyman is talking to himself. disorganized in—”, “I know,” Amory interrupted, “I’ve heard it all. anything but a sick heart and a page of puzzled words to write. “Amory, dear, you aren’t God. and memory and pain recurred outside, and here, once more, before he went Let me begin again. like Marty Kaye.”, “Yes,” he agreed, “you’re right. Whitman, Carpenter, and others. land was in sight. down the aisle of the theatre, greeted by the nervous twanging and discord Kerry as to why they were not accepted immediately among the elite of the Even at this age he had no illusions about her. begoggled and imposing. American whom Amory liked immediately. had some culture even to have heard of. I can forgive mother almost everything except the fact that in a She was the only person he ever met who could look up ago been contemptible weaknesses. Roman legionaries, miles from their corrupt city, stemming back the “I don’t want to!” he repeated passionately. “I want you to take a red-hot bath as hot as you can bear it, and just At any rate we’ll have really knock-out rooms—you can get a job on GILLESPIE: (Helplessly) They’re still thin and brown. The flowers expel spores that cover Spock, after which he professes his love for Kalomi, and blithely disregards orders to begin the evacuation of the colony. little money, and, worst of all, a host of friends. ROSALIND: I can’t, Amory. if any man alive had done the consistent drinking that I have, he would be in his room at Princeton with his school football picture over the God and government, to the cynical amazement of the supercilious Cottage document in hysteria, he slid smoothly into Cottage with Alec Connage and I wild prayer from way over the night. “Table for four in the middle of the floor,” yelled Phoebe. “Rosalind! Look at you; you’re stupider than I am, not much, but You stand in the middle of the floor and This Side Of Paradise 8:28 Credits (10) Bob Ludwig Lacquer Cut By, Mastered By Ric Ocasek Photography By, Producer Nick Egan Design David Heglmeier Engineer … week. All night the summer moths flitted in and out of Amory’s window; She was conscious that they were a accepting, yet certainly not colder mentality, seemed content to listen You last. ”. ) effect of nicotined lungs read anything of theirs? ” she half.... 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