Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains... - F. Scott Fitzgerald

He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon.

These things excite me so,’ she whispered. ‘If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I'll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card.

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.