then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.
F. Scott FitzgeraldRosemary felt that this swim would become the typical one of her life, the one that would always pop up in her memory at the mention of swimming.
F. Scott Fitzgerald