There was music from my neighbour's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
- The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Absolutely makes the list of my favourite books of all time.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
- The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Absolutely makes the list of my favourite books of all time.
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