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F. Scott Fitzgerald
(1896-1940) Excerpt From __The Great Gatsby__

There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came like moths whispering among the champagne stars. At high tide I watched his guest diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while two of his motorboats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On weekends his Rolls- Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered to like a brisk yellow bug to meet all the trains. (Fitzgerald, 1925, p.39)

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Adolf Dehn U.S. 1895-1968 Haitian Mardi Gras

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