Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald

Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Language: English

Pages: 3195


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

* annotated introductions to the works, giving contextual information
* illustrated with many images relating to Fitzgerald’s life, works, places and film adaptations
* ALL the novels, each referenced with its own contents table
* ALL the short story collections and each with their own contents table
* overall contents tables for the short stories – both alphabetical and chronological – find that special story quickly and easily!
* rare short stories previously uncollected from periodicals and magazines
* includes Fitzgerald’s poetry and non-fiction printed in the periodicals of his day
* scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres, allowing easy navigation around Fitzgerald’s works
* UPDATED with the unfinished novel THE LOVE OF THE LAST TYCOON


















his scheme of life, seemed inevitably the wiser of the two, yet in the actual stuff of their intelligences they were not, it seemed, fundamentally different. They drifted from letters to the curiosities of each other’s day. “Whose tea was it?” “People named Abercrombie.” “Why’d you stay late? Meet a luscious débutante?” “Yes.” “Did you really?” Anthony’s voice lifted in surprise. “Not a débutante exactly. Said she came out two winters ago in Kansas City.” “Sort of left-over?” “No,”

Nice, Dick and Nicole met new people--members of orchestras, restaurateurs, horticultural enthusiasts, shipbuilders--for Dick had bought an old dinghy--and members of the Syndicat d’Initiative. They knew their servants well and gave thought to the children’s education. In December, Nicole seemed well-knit again; when a month had passed without tension, without the tight mouth, the unmotivated smile, the unfathomable remark, they went to the Swiss Alps for the Christmas holidays. XIII

people mention immortality. And then Howa — well, another man I’ve known well, lately, who was Phi Beta Kappa at Harvard says that no intelligent person can believe in Supernatural Christianity. He says Christ was a great socialist, though. Am I shocking you?” She broke off suddenly. Kieth smiled. “You can’t shock a monk. He’s a professional shock-absorber.” “Well,” she continued, “that’s about all. It seems so — so narrow. Church schools, for instance. There’s more freedom about things that

collar, but it seems to me that evil is only a manner of hard luck, or heredity-and-environment, or “being found out.” It hides in the vacillations of dubs like Charley Moore as certainly as it does in the intolerance of Macy, and if it ever gets much more tangible it becomes merely an arbitrary label to paste on the unpleasant things in other people’s lives. In fact — he concluded — it isn’t worth worrying over what’s evil and what isn’t. Good and evil aren’t any standard to me — and they can

hesitation on both their parts.) HE: (After due consideration) Listen. This is a frightful thing to ask. SHE: (Knowing what’s coming) After five minutes. HE: But will you — kiss me? Or are you afraid? SHE: I’m never afraid — but your reasons are so poor. HE: Rosalind, I really want to kiss you. SHE: So do I. (They kiss — definitely and thoroughly.) HE: (After a breathless second) Well, is your curiosity satisfied? SHE: Is yours? HE: No, it’s only aroused. (He looks it.) SHE:

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