It was pleasant to drive back to the hotel in the late afternoon, above a sea as mysteriously colored as the agates and cornelians of childhood, green as green milk, blue as laundry water, wine dark. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")
Simultaneously the whole party moved toward the water, super-ready from the long, forced inaction, passing from the heat to the cool with the gourmandise of a tingling curry eaten with chilled white wine. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")
Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes. (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
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