We havenโt met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence.
F. Scott Fitzgerald