July 23, 2012

“I think one thing to-day and another to-morrow. That is really all that’s the matter with me, except a crazy defiance and a lack of proportion.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night, Wordsworth Classics†, 1995: 107.

 

Oh, it may be worth noting that Wordsworth Classics, while dependably cheap and cheerful, also like to spot-check your sanity/whether you’ve been paying attention via the insertion of random numerical sequences:

“Along the walls on the village side all was dusty, the wriggling vines, the ters in his time. However, we shall see. Amelia,)d 64.18 431.85 m .02 0 63 272.74 (do you know what I\325ve been thinking> That mauve frock of my aunt)d 64.18 443.35 m .13 0 67 271.32 (Sarah\325s \320 now I believe I could make that up for myself for eveninto an area so green and cool that the leaves and petals were curled with tender damp.”

(As above, pp. 20-21.)

Though it’s perhaps worth un-noting the fact that I just spent the last twenty minutes trying to read some sort of coded message from this regardless.

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One Response to “”

  1. Tony Lewis Says:

    I just came across this numerical code in ‘Tender is the Night’, I was trying to find meaning but I gave up and googled the first sequence of numbers. And here I am commenting on your post.


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