Fitzgerald

Fala Fitzgerald, em Tender is the night, que estou gostando bastante e maldizendo o mundo por ter pouco tempo:

'Soon you will be writing little books called "Deep Thoughts for the Layman," so simplified that they are positively guaranteed not to cause thinking. If my father were alive he would look at you and grunt, Dick. He would take his napkin and fold it so, and hold his napkin ring, this very one—' he held it up, a boar’s head was carved in the brown wood—'and he would say, "Well my impression is—" then he would look at you and think suddenly "What is the use?" then he would stop and grunt again; then we would be at the end of dinner.'