In Search of the Golden Apple

May 21, 2013 1:29 am

"The large room was full of people. One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano, and beside her stood a tall, red-haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song. She had drunk a quantity of champagne, and during the course of her song she had decided, ineptly, that everything was very, very sad — she was not only singing, she was weeping too. Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping, broken sobs, and then took up the lyric again in a quavering soprano. The tears coursed down her cheeks — not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets. A humorous suggestion was made that she sing the notes on her face, whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair, and went off into a deep vinous sleep."

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F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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May 20, 2013 9:42 pm

"Her screwed-up black glove dropped to the floor. When Jacob gave it her, she started angrily. For never was there a more irrational passion. And Jacob was afraid of her for a moment—so violent, so dangerous is it when young women stand rigid; grasp the barrier; fall in love."

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Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

9:38 pm

It seems then that men and women are equally at fault. It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows. And why, if this—and much more than this is true, why are we yet surprised in the window corner by a sudden vision that the young man in the chair is of all things in the world the most real, the most solid, the best known to us—why indeed? For the moment after we know nothing about him.

Such is the manner of our seeing. Such the conditions of our love.

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Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

9:36 pm

“No, no, no,” she sighed, standing at the greenhouse door, “don’t break—don’t spoil”—what? Something infinitely wonderful.

But then, this is only a young woman’s language, one, too, who loves, or refrains from loving.

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Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

11:17 am

Timothy Dalton during filming on The Rocketeer (via http://imgur.com/a/Ep395)

11:00 am

Marlon Brando on the set of Guys and Dolls (via http://imgur.com/a/Ep395)

10:54 am

Alfred Hitchcock, Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly on the set of “Rear Window” (via http://imgur.com/a/Ep395 via The Playlist)

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May 19, 2013 10:08 pm

youngpeopleinloveareneverhungry:

Katharine Hepburn, Jimmy Stewart and Cary Grant doing a radio adaptation of The Philadelphia Story…

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May 16, 2013 7:36 pm

"He had masses of fascinating women everywhere, wanting at first to be either mother or sister to him - so helpless, vague, and dependent did he seem. But before the poor gullible wretches, of all social and economic levels, knew what was going on, they were supine in his arms."

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The Salad Days, Douglas Fairbanks Jr. writing about friend & co-star Leslie Howard (via interrmezzo)

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