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For the first time in a long time I find myself in bed with a book. And what better way to get back into nighttime reading than to lend my mind and emotion to one of the purest examples of a word-perfect genius available; F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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I am reading The Beautiful and Damned. Because now I think I am old enough and have experienced enough (though little) to relate (though I am not beautiful).

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This is a passage from the first page, talking of Anthony Patch:

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"As you first meet him he wonders frequently whether he is not without honour and slightly mad, a shameful and obscene thinness glistening on the surface of the world like oil on a clean pond, these occasions being varied, of course, with those in which he thinks himself rather an exceptional young man, thoroughly sophisticated, well adjusted to his environment, and somewhat more significant than anyone else he knows."