--F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Majesty"
I am a Southerner in the City, an aging debutante, a small town girl cursed with big city aspirations. My grandfather says that I’m at the cusp of feminine failure—I’m as old as a bottle of prime Tennessee whiskey (aged 25 years) and still single. I need to “get on home” and find a nice Southern boy—a doctor, maybe an insurance salesman. At this, I dig in my heels and set out to date every inappropriate man in Manhattan…
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Majesty
The girl had to learn everything for herself, and she became involved in various situations and some of the first bloom wore off. However, there was bloom to spare... She was faintly tall, with fine rather large features, eyes with such an expanse of blue in them that you were really aware of it whenever you looked at her, and a good deal of thick, blonde hair--arresting and bright...
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