Take it for what you will.
I love the book, the Great Gatsby. I read it to inspire my own creative language. I am a huge fan of Fitzgerald. Another jazz age link, I know. I was opening it up randomly reading parts of the book, there are so many passages I love in it, and I came upon this (at the end of the 5th chapter):
When Jordan Baker had finished telling all this we had left the Plaza for half an hour and were driving in a victoria through Central Park. The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the clear voices of girls, already gathered like crickets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight:
“I’m the Sheik of Araby.
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you’re are asleep
Into your tent I’ll creep——”
“It was a strange coincidence,” I said.
“But it wasn’t a coincidence at all.”
Scottie's masterpeice
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I finished editing part 2,for the most part, of my Valentino fiction and I am about to embark on the 3rd part which is going to be about the movie the Sheik, and maybe the Son of the Sheik (or that may be part 4) depending how much I come up with this part of the story.
When Jordan Baker had finished telling all this we had left the Plaza for half an hour and were driving in a victoria through Central Park. The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the clear voices of girls, already gathered like crickets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight:
“I’m the Sheik of Araby.
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you’re are asleep
Into your tent I’ll creep——”
“It was a strange coincidence,” I said.
“But it wasn’t a coincidence at all.”
Scottie's masterpeice
***
I finished editing part 2,for the most part, of my Valentino fiction and I am about to embark on the 3rd part which is going to be about the movie the Sheik, and maybe the Son of the Sheik (or that may be part 4) depending how much I come up with this part of the story.