His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.
海明威就是這樣形容菲茨傑拉德 從他兩的對話來看 菲茨傑拉德很任性 固執 為所欲為 但這些都不足以導致他最終走向幻滅 過度縱酒也許消磨了他敏感的頭腦 就像我們每個人陷入困境一樣 每個人都信誓旦旦這次我會重新來過 但有些人能 有些人只能繼續墮落 菲茨傑拉德便屬於後者 當然這點他也無能為力 畢竟有位嫉妒他寫作才能整日只想把酒言歡的妻子在
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