It is summer time and past time — and I am very young when I didn’t care….I wish I had been what I thought I was; and so debonaire; and so debonaire.
I think of boat houses in Atlanta with scaffolding and big dead moons and a drink behind the boats. I thought I was happy, or, at least, there was some pleasurable sense of things being in the world to conquer….You have been so good to me. My Do-Do. I wish I had not caused so much disaster. But I know you will be happy someday.
Zelda to Scott, 1934
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Zelda and Scottie photographed at White Bear Lake, Minnesota during the summer of 1922
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It was wonderful to sit with her head on my shoulder for hours and feel as I always have, even now, closer to her than to any other human being. And I wouldn’t mind a bit if in a few years Zelda and I could snuggle up together under a stone in some old graveyard here. That is really a happy thought and not melancholy at all.
Scott talking about Zelda, 1935 (via
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Good-night, dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching where the hair is short and mossy or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves about your forehead, but wherever it was it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.
Zelda to Scott, June 1931
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