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This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Part 1 of the full audiobook reading, with scrolling text, on YouTube. The rest of the parts and the chapter-by-chapter videos are queued in the playlist.

Watch the rest in the playlist: Ion Books on YouTube.

This is April again. Roller skates rain slowly down the street Your voice far away on the phone Once I would have jumped like a clown through a hoop— but “Then the area of infection has increased? …oh …What can I expect after all—I’ve had worse shocks. Anyhow, I know and that’s something.” (Like hell it is, but it’s what you say to an X-ray doctor.) Then the past whispering faint now on another phone: “Is there any change?” “Little or no change” “I see” The roller skates rain down the streets, The black cars shine between the leaves, Your voice far away: “I am going with my daughter to the country. My husband left today. . . No he knows nothing.” “Good”. I have asked a lot of my emotions—one hundred and twenty stories, The price was high, right up with Kipling, because there was one little drop of something not blood, not a tear, not my seed, but me more intimately than these, in every story, it was the extra I had. Now it has gone and I am just like you now. Once the phial was full—here is the bottle it came in. Hold on there’s a drop left there. . . No, it was just the way the light fell But your voice on the telephone. If I hadn’t abused words so what you said might have meant something. But one hundred and twenty stories April evening spreads over everything, the purple blur left by a child who has used the whole paint-box.