The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald. F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald - F. Scott Fitzgerald


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Women shrank to the corners. Mrs. Fulham stood perfectly still. Her face had gone white, but she was still sneering openly at him.

      “What’s this?” He picked up her hand. She tried to snatch it away but he tightened his grip and, twisting the wedding ring off her finger, he threw it on the floor and stamped it into a beaten button of gold.

      In a minute I had his arms held. She screamed and held up her broken finger. The crowd closed around us.

      In five minutes Uncle George and I were speeding homeward in a taxi. Neither of us spoke; he sat staring straight before him, his green eyes glittering in the dark. I left next morning after breakfast.

      * * *

      The story ought to end here. My Uncle George should remain with Marc Antony and De Musset as a rather tragic semi-genius, ruined by a woman. Unfortunately the play continues into an inartistic sixth act where it topples over and descends like Uncle George himself in one of his more inebriated states, contrary to all the rules of dramatic literature. One month afterward Uncle George and Mrs. Fulham eloped in the most childish and romantic manner the night before her marriage to the Honorable Howard Bixby was to have taken place. Uncle George never drank again, nor did he ever write or in fact do anything except play a middling amount of golf and get comfortably bored with his wife.

      Mother still doubts and predicts gruesome fates for his wife, Father is frankly astonished and not too pleased. In fact I rather believe he enjoyed having an author in the family, even if his books did look a bit decadent on the library table. From time to time I receive subscription lists and invitations from Uncle George. I keep them for use in my new book, “Theories of Genius.” You see, I claim that if Dante had ever won—but a hypothetical sixth act is just as untechnical as a real one.

      — ◆ —

      F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

      This Side of Paradise.

      New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1920.

      … Well this side of Paradise! …

      There’s little comfort in the wise.

      —Rupert Brooke.

      Experience is the name so many people

      give to their mistakes.

      —Oscar Wilde.

      [The text follows the third 1920 printing of the Charles Scribner’s Sons edition.]

      THIS SIDE OF PARADISE

      — ◇ —

       Book One. The Romantic Egotist

       Chapter 1. Amory, Son of Beatrice

       Chapter 2. Spires and Gargoyles

       Chapter 3. The Egotist Considers

       Chapter 4. Narcissus Off Duty

       Interlude. May, 1917—February, 1919

       Book Two. The Education of a Personage

       Chapter 1. The Débutante

       Chapter 2. Experiments in Convalescence

       Chapter 3. Young Irony

       Chapter 4. The Supercilious Sacrifice

       Chapter 5. The Egotist Becomes a Personage

      To Sigourney Fay

      The Romantic Egotist

      Amory, Son of Beatrice

      Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait except the stray inexpressible few that made him worth while. His father, an ineffectual, inarticulate man with a taste for Byron and a habit of drowsing over the Encyclopædia Britannica, grew wealthy at thirty through the death of two elder brothers, successful Chicago brokers, and in the first flush of feeling that the world was his, went to Bar Harbor and met Beatrice O’Hara. In consequence, Stephen Blaine handed down to posterity his height of just under six feet and his tendency to waver at crucial moments, these two abstractions appearing in his son Amory. For many years he hovered in the background of his family’s life, an unassertive figure with a face half-obliterated by lifeless, silky hair, continually occupied in “taking care” of his wife, continually harassed by the idea that he didn’t and couldn’t understand her.

      But Beatrice Blaine! There was a woman! Early pictures taken on her father’s estate at Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, or in Rome at the Sacred Heart Convent—an educational extravagance that in her youth was only for the daughters of the exceptionally wealthy—showed the exquisite delicacy of her features, the consummate art and simplicity of her clothes. A brilliant education she had—her youth passed in renaissance glory, she was versed in the latest gossip of the Older Roman Families; known by name as a fabulously wealthy American girl to Cardinal Vitori and Queen Margaritta and more subtle celebrities that one must have had some culture even to have heard of. She learned in England to prefer whiskey and soda to wine, and her small talk was broadened in two senses during a winter in Vienna. All in all Beatrice O’Hara absorbed the sort of education that will be quite impossible ever again; a tutelage measured by the number of things and people one could be contemptuous of and charming about; a culture rich in all arts and traditions, barren of all ideas, in the last of those days when the great gardener clipped the inferior roses to produce one perfect bud.

      In her less important moments she returned to America, met Stephen Blaine and married him—this almost entirely because she was a little bit weary, a little bit sad. Her only child was carried through a tiresome season and brought into the world on a spring day in ninety-six.

      When Amory was five he was already a delightful companion for her. He was an auburn-haired boy, with great, handsome eyes which he would grow up to in time, a facile imaginative mind and a taste for fancy dress. From his fourth to his tenth year he did the country with his mother in her father’s private car, from Coronado, where his mother became so bored that she had a nervous breakdown in a fashionable hotel, down to Mexico City, where she took a mild, almost epidemic consumption. This trouble pleased her, and later she made use of it as an intrinsic part of her atmosphere—especially after several astounding bracers.

      So, while more or less fortunate little rich boys were defying governesses on the beach at Newport, or being spanked or tutored or read to from “Do and Dare,” or “Frank on the Mississippi,” Amory was biting acquiescent bell-boys in the Waldorf, outgrowing a natural repugnance to chamber music and symphonies, and deriving a highly specialized education from his mother.

      “Amory.”

      “Yes, Beatrice.” (Such a quaint name for his mother; she encouraged it.)

      “Dear,


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