“Well, it seems to me there’re a lot of towns like Rye between New York and Greenwich where you could buy a little gray house of some—”
Gloria leaped at the phrase triumphantly. For the first time since their return East she knew what she wanted.
“Oh yes!” she cried, “Oh yes! that’s it: a little gray house with sort of white around and a whole lot of swamp-maple just as brown and gold as an October picture in a gallery. Where can we find one?”
“Unfortunately, I’ve mislaid my list of little gray houses with swamp-maples around them- but I’ll try to find it…”
Filed under Beautiful and Damned gray house knowing what you want sarcasm book fitzgerald
“So to recap: the dog dies on Monday, then three days later kills your neighbor.” #monk
Last day of the year… same as all the rest.
RT @lovenorthern: Yep, yep, yep. Successful DW night with @LynnRays #andsometimesY #iamtheterror #hoookayfine @cultofcummings ;)
“I’m having trouble sleeping. I think I’m developing a fear of blankets.” #monk
“…Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays/ Roy Orbison singing for the lonely/ Hey that’s me and I want you only…”
Crazy day! Crazy night! It’s after midnight but I haven’t done my painting for the day. I’m doing it now. Don’t tell anyone … … D’oh!
“When rain has hung the leaves with tears, I want you near…”
I just discovered that Iago chewed the strap off one of my new bras. #damnit
