unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories

Have a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon,' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?' 'Don't be morbid,' Jordan said. 'Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.' 'But it's so hot,' insisted Daisy, on the verge of tears, 'And everything's so confused. Let's all go to town!

The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.

When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds’ wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.

...their eyes are full of kindness as each feels the full effect of novelty after a short separation. They are drawing a relaxation from each other's presence, a new serenity.