'Nevertheless you did throw me over,' said Jordan suddenly. 'You threw me over on the telephone. I don't give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me, and I felt a little dizzy for a while.'
We shook hands.
'Oh, and do you remember' - she added - 'a conversation we had once about driving a car?'
'Why - not exactly.'
'You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride.
'I'm thirty,' I said. 'I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honour'.
sexta-feira, 17 de outubro de 2008
The Great Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby
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