Monday, March 14

Funny Fruits in the Big Apple

'I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away.  There's something very sensuous about it - over-ripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.'

Chapter 7, The Great Gatsby, (1926). 

I love the picture that these words paint.  It's very aromatic, maybe of dense bakery smells falling on empty streets where the dusk shadows glide heavily and orange.  Intriguing isn't it?

1 comment:

  1. They say a picture paints a thousand words. Perhaps a handful of words can fill an Art Gallery, one painting at a time. How lovely to wander & look...


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