a beautiful book



'I saw Maggie, said good-by, we looked tearfully at each other and she with new woman eyes deeper than and showing through her own eyes amazing me and making me feel on some wheel of nature..'

'you dont understand the dirt - on the ground. Jacky. Lowell Jacky Duluoz, COme on home leave here.' - she saw aces of spades in my eyes; in hers I saw them glitter and shine.'because I'll never come back to this New York to live you'll have to take me home and as I yam...You'll get all lost around here, I can just see you - You shoulda never left home to come here I don't care about anybody says about success and careers - it won't do you no good - You can see it with your own eyes...'

'Spring in New York, the first smell of woodsmoke on Thrid Avenue on the first unfrozen night - parks, loves, walks with girls, styles, excitements - New York on the lyrical shelf of America in the Night, the Apple on the Rock...Frank Sinatra incredibly glamorous in loose hanging suit singing with Harry James on On a Little Street in Singpaore...Waking up one Sunday morning in David Knowles' Park Avenue apartment I open up the venetian blinds, see young husband in homburg and spats conducting beautiful dressed wife with baby in carriage through rippling golden suns, beautiful not sad - A creme de menthe at the Plaza, vichyssoise, pate, candlelight, gorgeous necks - Sunday afternoon in Carnegie Hall...'

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has anyone made a movie out of this book, because it is one of the most beautiful i have ever read and it is so sad at the end and some sayings of The City and its inherent sadness becomes deja vu in the words of alfred i remember when we were in that pub in new york late in the chilly heady night, and he said, it's difficult to find love in new york - everybody is always looking for the perfect one in such a city - he didn't say it in this way but something to this effect.