Friday, May 08, 2009

The love that was summer.

The love that was summer. It ended like it never happened.

“He sat in the big chair and held out his arms so that she could nestle inside them. ‘I knew you’d come tonight,’ she said softly, ‘like summer just when I needed you most.’”
--F. Scott Fitzgerald, 'This Side of Paradise'

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season; it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape."
--Harper Lee, 'To Kill A Mockingbird'

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