‘[…] It’s like begging for mercy of a storm or killing Beauty or growing old, without you. Nobody’s got any right to live but us – and they’re dirtying up our world and I can’t hate them because I want you so.’
This entry was posted on March 29, 2011 at 11:38 pm and is filed under To Scott, To Zelda - Letters from the Jazz Age with tags crazy horse joan, dear scott dearest zelda, f. scott fitzgerald, love letters, zelda fitzgerald. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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Poor Scott. From this picture alone, it’s clear that she was stark raving mad — or at least she soon would be.
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