21 June 2009
"A night scene by El Greco..."
"For just a minute I wondered if I wasn't making a mistake, then I thought it all over again quickly and got up to say good-bye.
'Nevertheless you did throw me over,' said Jordan suddenly. 'You threw me over on the telephone. I don't give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me, and I felt dizzy for a while.'
We shook hands.
'Oh, and do you remember' --she added-- 'a conversation we had once about driving a car?'
'Why-- not exactly.'
'You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride.'
'I'm thirty,' I said. 'I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.'
She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
~the great gatsby~
(I know that I shouldn't let it get to me, I know that I should get on with my life, but I do feel thrown over. I feel like I met a bad driver in the guise of a promise-making curly-haired bronze statue of a man...)