It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
Zelda FitzgeraldAll I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself
Zelda FitzgeraldEmptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled โthe past,โ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, i am ready to continue.
Zelda Fitzgerald