"another day of utter shit,
and then there were none”
Scott & Zelda married on this day in 1920.
You and I have been happy; we haven’t been happy just once, we’ve been happy a thousand times. The chances that spring, that’s for everyone, like in the popular songs, may belong to us too — the chances are pretty bright at this time because as usual, I can carry most of contemporary literary opinion, liquidated, in the hollow of my hand — and when I do, I see the swan floating on it and — I find it to be you and you only…. Forget the past — what you can of it, and turn about and swim back home to me, to your haven for ever and ever — even though it may seem a dark cave at times and lit with torches of fury; it is the best refuge for you — turn gently in the waters through which you move and sail back….
“He and Zelda surrendered to impulses which wouldn’t even have occured to more prosaic souls. The two of them taking hands after a Carnegie Hall concert and running like the wind- like two young hawks- down crowded 57th Street, in and out of traffic. Scott doing handstands in the Biltmore lobby because he hadn’t been in the news that week. Scott and Zelda at the theatre sitting quietly during the funny parts and roaring when the house was still. They got away with it because of their air of breeding and refinement. They seemed so much a lady and a gentleman that it was hard to credit the more outlandish tales about them until they began to happen right before one’s eyes.”