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I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.
Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via upon-the-heath)
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I remember sitting in the lobby of the Biltmore Hotel with Scott, waiting for Zelda to come down so we could all go out to dinner. (Zelda was always late for everything, and Scott was charming to be so patient with her. I always had an especially deep respect for that quality in him.)
As we were waiting, Scott said to me, “I’ll bet you don’t know half of what you should about Zelda,” as though he was about to impart something shocking.
I said, “Why, Scott, what a thing to say! I know all there is to know about Zelda; I’m her mother.”
Then Scott grinned and said, “Well, you couldn’t possibly know how beautiful she is, could you? You just watch that elevator, because Zelda will be down in a minute, and then watch all the men here in the lobby…..There must be 50 men here who will tell you exactly how beautiful Zelda is. Just watch them when Zelda gets off the elevator.”
Zelda appeared, and Scott stood there bursting with pride as she walked over to us, and I was amazed to see every man seem to watch her as she walked over to us. And Scott was right, she was a beautiful girl.
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