F. Scott Fitzgerald - Tender is the Night
Tender is
the
Night
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Already with thee! tender is the night. . . . . . But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. —Ode to a Nightingale
TO
GERALD and SARA
MANY FÊTES
TABLE OF CONTENTS
BOOK 1
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IV
V
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VII
VIII
IX
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XI
XII
XIII
XIV
XV
XVI
XVII
XVIII
XIX
XX
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XXIII
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XXV
BOOK 2
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VI
VII
VIII
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