• So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.

    F. Scott Fitzgerald: So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (2013). “The Great Gatsby”, p.136, Atlântico Press