It's just too many decades since I read Tender is the Night
I'd forgotten the story. So, after Jim's post, I took the book
down & had another look.
And it all came back to me - all those words, all those exquisite
metaphors, all that b r i l l i a n c e. Like the greatest mountain
of yummy, mouth-watering, cream-packed, chocolate-smothered
profiterole balls ever assembled by the hand of man.
Queasyville revisited.
Why couldn't he have just given us Gatsby & left it at that.
That old sport was all he ever required when applying for
the eternity passport.
Incidentally, it wasn't the envious wife or the money or the malignant
chums. It was our unforgiving friend C2H5OH.
Scottie B.
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