Friday, May 09, 2008

On the Middle Class

“There on Sunday gather the credulous, sentimental, underpaid, people with hyphenated occupations: book-keepers, ticket-sellers, office-managers, salesmen, and, most of all, clerks – clerks of the express, clerks of the mail, of the grocery, of the brokerage, of the bank. With them are their giggling, over-getsured, pathetically pretentious women, who grow fat with them, bear too many babies, and float helpless and uncontent in a colorless sea of drudgery and broken hopes.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned


Laverna said...

You know, the pathetically pretentious women he describes could just as easily be used to describe the upper class women, just with fewer babies.

Tracy said...

One near perfect thing is that when you are deep into one of his books, inevitably your writing and speaking become just the tiniest bit Fitzgerald-esque. Like how a southern accent creeps back into my mouth when I visit a Carolina. It's so lovely.