"I don’t think he was ever happy unless someone
was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him
to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps
they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend
their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority
he cherished in his heart." — American novelist and short-story writer F.
Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), “The Rich Boy,” in
All the Sad Young Men
(1926)
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