"She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her ey...

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary ...
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ~












I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, mo...
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