I have long pretended that F. Scott Fitzgerald and self were a number in a past life. Whatever the reason, I feel sort of heavy-hearted and spiritual about him (and his letters and the Princeton campus). Here is an absolutely lovely L.A. Times profile of his last secretary, Frances Kroll Ring. Images of Scottie's last months are so vividly conjured that I can't help but get misty...
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