"I'll never be a poet," said Amory as he finished. "I'm not enough of a sensualist really; there are only a few obvious things that I notice as primarily beautiful: women, spring evenings, music at night, the sea; I don't catch the subtle things like 'silver-snarling trumphets.' I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry."
THIS SIDE OF PARADISE, Fitzergerald
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