Tender is the Night
"We have arrested a Negro. We are convinced we have at last arrested the correct Negro" (1.22.15).
"Kiss me, on the lips, Tommy."
"That’s so American," he said, kissing her […] "When I was in America last there were girls who would tear you apart with their lips, tear themselves too, until their faces were scarlet with the blood around the lips all brought out in a patch – but nothing further" (3.8.63-64).
The hotel and its bright tan prayer rug of a beach were one. In the early morning the distant image of Cannes, the pink and cream of old fortifications, the purple Alp that bounded Italy, were cast across the water and lay quavering in the ripples and rings sent up by sea-plants through the clear shallows (1.1.2).