
“At the tag end of nearly every long, large Saturday night party in the
suburb of Shady Hill, when almost everybody who was going to play golf or
tennis in the morning had gone hours ago and the ten or twelve people remaining
seemed powerless to bring the evening to an end although the gin and whiskey
were running low, and here and there a woman who was sitting with her husband
would have begun to drink milk; when everybody had lost track of time, and the
babysitters who were waiting at home for these diehards would have long
stretched out on the sofa into a deep sleep, to dream about cooking-contest
prizes, ocean voyages, and romance; when the bellicose drunk, the crapshooter,
the pianist, and the woman faced with the expiration of her hopes had all
expressed themselves; when every proposal — to go to the Farquarsons for
breakfast, to go swimming, to go and wake up the Townsends, to go here and go
there — died as soon as it was made, then Tracy Bearden would begin to chide
Cash Bentley about his age and thinning hair.”—American novelist and
short-story writer John Cheever (1912-1982), “O Youth and Beauty!”, originally
published in
The New Yorker, Aug. 22, 1953, reprinted in The Housebreaker of Shady Hill and Other Stories (1958)