This side of Paradise:
A letter from F.Scott Fitzgerald ,
quarantined in the South of France
Dearest Rosemary,
"It was a limpid dreary day, hung as in a basket from a
single dull star. I thank you for your letter. Outside, I perceive what may be
a collection of fallen leaves tussling against a trash can. It rings like jazz
to my ears. The streets are that empty. It seems as though the bulk of the city
has retreated to their quarters, rightfully so. At this time, it seems very
poignant to avoid all public spaces. Even the bars, as I told Hemingway, but to
that he punched me in the stomach, to which I asked if he had washed his hands.
He hadn’t. He is much the denier, that one. Why, he considers the virus to be
just influenza. I’m curious of his sources.
The officials have alerted us to ensure we have a month’s
worth of necessities. Zelda and I have stocked up on red wine, whiskey, rum,
vermouth, absinthe, white wine, sherry, gin, and lord, if we need it, brandy.
Please pray for us"
Faithfully yours,
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Written by Nick Fariella
NOTE: This is a work of PARODY and is not an actual letter
written by Fitzgerald 😉
For the whole text: https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/this-side-of-paradise-a-letter-from-f-scott-fitzgerald-quarantined-in-the-south-of-france
Framed in Beauty by Dreama Tolle Perry
https://www.dailypaintworks.com/artists/dreama-tolle-perry-119
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