Anything Goes: A Biography of the Roaring Twenties - Lucy Moore
Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself. - Oscar Wilde
We say "Keep your Bible", but keep it where it belongs, in the world of your conscience... and do not try to tell an intelligent world and the intelligence of this country that these books written by men who knew none of the acepted facts of science can be put into a course of science. - Dudley Malone
"the grandeur of the world outside. The nearness of death. The longness of life." - Charles Lindbergh
Concluding an essay entitled "Echoes of the Jazz Age" in November 1931, as every Scott Fitzgerald summed up his age best. "Now once more the belt is tight and we summon the proper expression of horror as we look back at our wasted youth. Sometimes, though, there is a ghostly rumble among the drums, an asthmatic whisper in the trombones that swings me back into the early twenties when we drank wood alcohol and every day in every way grew better and better, and there was a first abortive shortening of the skirts... and people you didn't want to know said 'Yes, we have no bananas," and it seemed only a question of years before the older people would step aside and let the world be run by those who saw thing as they were - and it all seems rosy and romantic to us who were young then, because we will never feel quite so intensely about our surroundings any more."
We say "Keep your Bible", but keep it where it belongs, in the world of your conscience... and do not try to tell an intelligent world and the intelligence of this country that these books written by men who knew none of the acepted facts of science can be put into a course of science. - Dudley Malone
"the grandeur of the world outside. The nearness of death. The longness of life." - Charles Lindbergh
Concluding an essay entitled "Echoes of the Jazz Age" in November 1931, as every Scott Fitzgerald summed up his age best. "Now once more the belt is tight and we summon the proper expression of horror as we look back at our wasted youth. Sometimes, though, there is a ghostly rumble among the drums, an asthmatic whisper in the trombones that swings me back into the early twenties when we drank wood alcohol and every day in every way grew better and better, and there was a first abortive shortening of the skirts... and people you didn't want to know said 'Yes, we have no bananas," and it seemed only a question of years before the older people would step aside and let the world be run by those who saw thing as they were - and it all seems rosy and romantic to us who were young then, because we will never feel quite so intensely about our surroundings any more."