The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
The room rang full of her artificial laughter.
I broke a date for him. To-day I feel I'd break anything for him, including the ten commandments and my neck.
Her sigh was a benediction—an ecstatic surety that she was youth and beauty now as much as she would ever know. For another instant life was radiant and time a phantom and their strength eternal—then there was a bumping, scraping sound as the rowboat scraped alongside.
It's not a bad time, it's not one of the worst times of the day.
This is worse than a calamity, he said dryly. It's getting to be a nuisance.