The Test Of A First-rate Intelligence Is

You Remind Me Of A Smoked Cigarette.

I Hope I Haven't Given You The Impression That I Consider Kissing Intrinsically Irrational.

Stahr's Eyes And Kathleen's Met And Tangled. For An Instant They Made Love As No One Ever Dares To Do After. Their Glance Was Slower Than An Embrace, More Urgent Than A Call.

I Avoided Writers Very Carefully Because They Can Perpetuate Trouble As No One Else Can.

The Words Seemed To Bite Physically Into Gatsby.