They're both so pretty. Like a walk through the Pottery Barn where everything is just so cute and clever and just so just so. Like Nabokov. Sometimes.
"There are two kinds of life. There is, as Viri says, the one people believe you are living, and there is the other. It is this other which causes…
Just as the street lamps came on the streetcar paused and went dark half a block down. It had slipped its trolley and against the last light of…
Might The Wolf of Wall Street give us a picture of what we can imagine Gatsby did during his five lost years?