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Bernice Bobs Her Hair Bernice Bobs Her Hair by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“People over forty can seldom be permanently convinced of anything. At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair
“He wondered idly whether she was a poor conversationalist because she got no attention or got no attention because she was a poor conversationalist.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair
“Yet how bored they both looked, and how wearily Ethel regarded Jim sometimes, as if she wondered why she had trained the vines of her affection on such a wind-shaken poplar.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair
“Do you believe in bobbed hair?" asked G. Reece in the same undertone.
"I think it's unmoral," affirmed Bernice gravely. "But, of course, you've either got to amuse people or feed'em or shock'em.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair
“At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair
“Too bad she was dull--dull girls were unbearable--certainly pretty though.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair
“And, of course, there was Marjorie Harvey, who besides having a fairylike face and a dazzling, bewildering tongue was already justly celebrated for having turned five cart-wheels in succession during the last pump-and-slipper dance at New Haven.
Warren, who had grown up across the street from Marjorie, had long been "crazy about her." Sometimes she seemed to reciprocate his feeling with a faint gratitude, but she had tried him by her infallible test and informed him gravely that she did not love him. Her test was that when she was away from him she forgot him and had affairs with other boys.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair
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“He strolled out onto the wide, semidark veranda, where couples were scattered at tables, filling the lantern-hung night with vague words and hazy laughter.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair