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A Short Trip Home

Auhtor: Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Language: english
Published: 1927

Genres:

fiction,  short stories
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Review by Daniel G. Lebryk, June 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Short Trip Home':

... gleaming at the neck of his fur coat. He was a senior at New Haven, I was a sophomore. He was prominent, a member of Scroll and Keys, and, in my ...
... excited, appeared in the dining-room door. Mr. Jelke, she called in a low voice. Joe's face fell as he turned toward her, sensing bad news. Miss ...
... chauffeur approached it on the wrong side???the side on which the line of cars was not putting forth guests???and because of that we came suddenly ...
... tongue and teeth, but she didn't resist when I took her arm and moved her toward the side door of the hotel. It struck me as odd that she should be so helpless, ...
... romantically???she was involved with him against her will to shield some one else. At this point people began to drift into the room and ...
... slipped on through successive phases of cardboard horns, amateur tableaux and flashlights for the morning papers. Then was the grand march and supper, ...
... and high button shoes. I was startled, and for a moment I hesitated, but I was most of all angry, and knowing that I was quicker with my hands than ...
... it? his eyes seemed to say. I took another step toward him and he laughed soundlessly, but with active contempt, and drew back into the group. I followed. ...
... wasn't true now, but they knew me, and I was aware of a sudden suspension as I came in???not only a suspension of talk but of some mood or expectation ...
... that she was out of my life. And something eluded me, some one more thing to do, something that I had lost amid the events of the afternoon, promising ...
... the Burlington, and as I ran across the station I saw the grating being pulled over and the light above it go out. I knew, though, that she had a drawing-room ...
... me, and I think it impressed her too at any rate, she submitted???at least temporarily???and came along without protest while I bought ...
... of tears???which, of course, was what I wanted???but I couldn't seem to manage it. Almost I had her???almost possessed her interior attention???then ...
... imperceptibly into Ellen's attitude of mind. The column of passengers waiting to go aboard the train were as remote from me as people from another ...
... reserved for facts, that he was just outside the door. She knew it, too the blood left her face and that expression of low-animal perspicacity ...
... Then he took a long breath and spoke in a hard, menacing voice: You better get off at Fort Wayne, Jack. He was dead. He was dead as hell???he had been ...
... knew how it was with me and he wanted to help. He pitied me. I'd better go away before it was too late. The rhythm of his attack was soothing as a song: ...
... man, too heavy for a shadow, of the night. There was something extended on the bench. Even as I perceived it it faded off and away. Some minutes later ...
... him and gave him the ten dollars and went out, very thoughtful, without mentioning that part of Joe Varland had made a last trip home. Ellen wasn't ...
... Fitzgerald: Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 ??? December 21, 1940) was an American Jazz Age author of novels and short stories. He ...