Thursday, May 15, 2008


Come into my arms,” She added in a rush of tenderness. “I can sleep so, so well with you in my arms.”

Coming into Gloria's arms had quite a definite meaning. It required that he should slide one arm under her shoulder, lock both arms around her, and arrange as nearly as possible as a sort of three-sided crib for her luxurious ease. Anthony, who tossed, whose arms went tinglingly to sleep after half an hour of that position, would wait until she was asleep and roll her gently over to her side of the bed – then, left to his own devices, he would curl himself into his usual knots.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned


Billy said...

not really what i expected from the title...

so what's the URL for your other blog(s) you have a lot listed on your side bar.

T.R. said...