“And what we leave here is more than class; it’s the whole heritage of youth. We’re just one generation—we’re breaking all the links that seemed to bind us her to top-booted and high-stocked generations. We’ve walked arm and arm with Burr and Light-Horse Harry Lee through half these deep-blue nights.”
“That’s what they are,” Tom tangented off, “deep-blue—a bit of color would spoil them, make them exotic. Spires, against a sky that’s a promise of dawn, and blue light on the slate roofs—it hurts … rather—”
“Good-by, Aaron Burr,” Amory called toward deserted Nassau Hall, “you and I knew strange corners of life.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (born September 24, 1896), from This Side of Paradise
