i hadn't read/heard this since i was 16, and had only read it the once. ive lived several lifetimes since being expelled from that school. im creeping up on the author's age wwhen he died. but that winter i'd read it silently to myself in that classful full of heathens, i feel it now, the same as i did then, but only deeper, bc we all end up living out that Winter's Dream. sry ramble, l8r
Mmm. Reading the comments, Internationally “Why can’t we be friends “. Thank you for posting. Love the narrator, story flows well, like Daddy reading me a bedtime story:)
A few years ago I read about the death of a woman whom I viewed as a neighborhood goddess a long long time ago when she was very , very, young. -and without ever getting to know her intimately or even as a friend . Her death notice seemed rather shabby , lonely , and sad . And I thought about the last few paragraphs of F .Scott Fitzgerald 's " Winter Dreams ": [ " The dream was gone. Something had been taken from him. In a sort of panic he pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes and tried to bring up a picture of the waters lapping on Sherry Island and the moonlit veranda, and gingham on the golf-links and the dry sun and the gold color of her neck's soft down. And her mouth damp to his kisses and her eyes plaintive with melancholy and her freshness like new fine linen in the morning. Why, these things were no longer in the world! They had existed and they existed no longer. For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his face. But they were for himself now. He did not care about mouth and eyes and moving hands. He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back any more. The gates were closed, the sun was gone down, and there was no beauty but the gray beauty of steel that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne was left behind in the country of illusion, of youth, of the richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished. "Long ago," he said, "long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more . " ]
@@pboddy2920 United States of America.... Francis Scott Key was an American lawyer, author, and amateur poet from Frederick, Maryland, who is best known for writing the lyrics for the American national anthem "The Star-Spangled Banner". Key observed the British bombardment of Fort McHenry in 1814 during the War of 1812. State of Maryland is one of the USA original founding states. You didnt know that??
😂😂😂 Why should I? I come from the 95.75% of the world that ISN'T American. From a country with a national anthem significantly older than yours. This is the internet, not America 😂😂😂
@@severidesgirl5145 Thank you Ms. Severide for your correct and timely reply to @P Boddy re Francis Scott Key. Had P Boddy just taken a moment to think that F S Fitzgerald, and therefore most probably his grandfather, F S Key, were American, he would have understood I meant the American Natl Anthem. It should have been most obvious I wa
I dont think I like Fitzgerald. This is my second attempt. I found both stories lacking in content & depressing but maybe that was his goal. The narration however was superb with all the sound effects. Someone put alot of work into this, thanks
Love this version with the different voices and sound effects. Made it much more exciting.
i hadn't read/heard this since i was 16, and had only read it the once. ive lived several lifetimes since being expelled from that school. im creeping up on the author's age wwhen he died. but that winter i'd read it silently to myself in that classful full of heathens, i feel it now, the same as i did then, but only deeper, bc we all end up living out that Winter's Dream. sry ramble, l8r
thanks webby, you’re still helping me out with my college classes!😂❤
An excellent narration of great writing. Thanks
Mmm. Reading the comments, Internationally “Why can’t we be friends “. Thank you for posting.
Love the narrator, story flows well, like Daddy reading me a bedtime story:)
A few years ago I read about the death of a woman whom I viewed as a neighborhood goddess a long long time ago when she was very , very, young. -and without ever getting to know her intimately or even as a friend . Her death notice seemed rather shabby , lonely , and sad . And I thought about the last few paragraphs of F .Scott Fitzgerald 's " Winter Dreams ":
[ " The dream was gone. Something had been taken from him. In
a sort of panic he pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes
and tried to bring up a picture of the waters lapping on Sherry
Island and the moonlit veranda, and gingham on the golf-links
and the dry sun and the gold color of her neck's soft down. And
her mouth damp to his kisses and her eyes plaintive with
melancholy and her freshness like new fine linen in the
morning. Why, these things were no longer in the world! They
had existed and they existed no longer.
For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his
face. But they were for himself now. He did not care about
mouth and eyes and moving hands. He wanted to care, and he
could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go
back any more. The gates were closed, the sun was gone
down, and there was no beauty but the gray beauty of steel
that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne
was left behind in the country of illusion, of youth, of the
richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished.
"Long ago," he said, "long ago, there was something in me, but
now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is
gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no
more . " ]
Thanks for typing that up for us which is probably the most poingnant paragraph of the book ❤
Fantastic audio book
My english final is on this book in 4 hours, hope it goes well!
i hope it went well!! ☺️
@@BriKat1104 omg thank you!! I passed it so I'd say it went well! :)
@@blazezthename yayyy! im so glad to finally hear some good news lol! i hope you have a good day! 🙃
F. Scott Fitzgerald is Francis Scott Fitzgerald. He is the grandson of Francis Scott Key - author of the National Anthem.
Whose national anthem? This may come as a shock to you but there are many.
@@pboddy2920 United States of America....
Francis Scott Key was an American lawyer, author, and amateur poet from Frederick, Maryland, who is best known for writing the lyrics for the American national anthem "The Star-Spangled Banner". Key observed the British bombardment of Fort McHenry in 1814 during the War of 1812.
State of Maryland is one of the USA original founding states.
You didnt know that??
😂😂😂
Why should I? I come from the 95.75% of the world that ISN'T American. From a country with a national anthem significantly older than yours.
This is the internet, not America
😂😂😂
@@severidesgirl5145 Thank you Ms. Severide for your correct and timely reply to @P Boddy re Francis Scott Key.
Had P Boddy just taken a moment to think that F S Fitzgerald, and therefore most probably his grandfather, F S Key, were American, he would have understood I meant the American Natl Anthem. It should have been most obvious I wa
Distant cousin, not grandfather.
Beautifully read.
excellent audio!!
I dont think I like Fitzgerald. This is my second attempt. I found both stories lacking in content & depressing but maybe that was his goal. The narration however was superb with all the sound effects. Someone put alot of work into this, thanks
These are the things that young men go through when they're growing up . The mateing game. The we learn or do we ever learn?
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Music sound effects. No
Yes
Exactly what I was saying 🤦🏾♂️
they’re so annoying
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Might be a classic but I didn't like it.
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Must everything be contentious? Ok then, North or South America? The United States OF America.
Well done, except for the intrusive and unnecessary music track, which manages only to be irritating.
I love the music.
I love it too.
This version skips parts of the story and replaces random words. Disappointing!
omg dramatic reading. Ghastly.
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