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“What had seemed a melancholy happening, now seemed a tiresome anticlimax. HE was dressed at half past, so he sat down by the window; felt that the sinews of his heart were twisted somewhat more than he had thought. What an ironic mockery the morning seemed! -- bright and sunny, and full of the smell of the garden...”

Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Book:This Side of Paradise
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This Side of Paradise

This Side of Paradise is a seminal work of American literature, offering a vivid portrayal of the Roaring Twenties. The story follows the protagonist, Amory Blaine, as he navigates the social and romantic landscapes of New York City and Europe. The novel is known for its exploration of themes such as youthful idealism, the pursuit of happiness, and the challenges of adulthood. more

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F. Scott Fitzgerald
F. Scott Fitzgerald

F. Scott Fitzgerald was an American author of novels and short stories, renowned for his works that encapsulate the Jazz Age and the Roaring Twenties. His most celebrated novel, 'The Great Gatsby,' is a critical and commercial success, reflecting the themes of the American Dream and the decline of the American upper class. more

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