Tom Buchanan, who had been hovering restlessly about the room, stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder.

Up the road a ways was the Methodist church and down the road the other direction was the township school.

One hot evening in Milan they carried him up onto the roof and he could look out over the top of the town.

Nick’s father went into the kitchen and poured about half of the water out of the big kettle into a basin.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man.

Liz had good legs and always wore clean gingham aprons and Jim noticed that her hair was always neat behind.

Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row.

Then they went into the woods and followed a trail that led to the logging road that ran back into the hills.

When they operated on him she prepared him for the operating table; and they had a joke about friend or enema.

While they were strapping his legs together two guards held him up and the two priests were whispering to him.

He was very short with a brown face and quite drunk and he said, “After all, it has happened before like that.”

To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.

The lieutenant kept riding his horse out into the fields and saying to him, “I’m drunk, I tell you, mon vieux.”

Villalta, his hand up at the crowd and the bull roaring blood, looking straight at Villalta and his legs caving.

They wanted to get married, but there was not enough time for the banns, and neither of them had birth certificates.

Giotto, Masaccio, and Piero della Francesca he bought reproductions of and carried them wrapped in a copy of Avanti.

They were here, and they accepted Tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained.

They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away.

The pink wall of the house opposite had fallen out from the roof, and an iron bedstead hung twisted toward the street. 

We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet.

There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air.

At Bologna he said goodbye to us to go on the train to Milano and then to Aosta to walk over the pass into Switzerland.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house.

I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.

They felt as though they were married, but they wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so they could not lose it.

And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all.

I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.

I heard the drums coming down the street and then the fifes and the pipes and then they came around the corner, all dancing.

Over his head was a bull’s head, stuffed by a Madrid taxidermist; on the walls were framed photographs and bullfight posters.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay.

He sat down in the sand and puked and they held a cape over him while the crowd hollered and threw things down into the bull ring.

There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked⁠—and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.

Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.

“Those must boil,” he said, and began to scrub his hands in the basin of hot water with a cake of soap he had brought from the camp.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”

Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward.

“Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more.

“Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,” he seemed to say, “just because I’m stronger and more of a man than you are.”

He tried five times and the crowd was quiet because it was a good bull and it looked like him or the bull and then he finally made it.

It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and there’s a persistent wail all night along the north shore.

This increased Cohn’s distaste for boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange sort, and it certainly improved his nose.

So I went down and caught up with them and grabbed him while he was crouched down waiting for the music to break loose and said, “Come on, Luis.”

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that.

They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house.

When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned towards me.

All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, “Why⁠—ye-es,” with very grave, hesitant faces.