Yesterday’s quote was from the Great Gatsby–a bit of a curve ball considering the last few Sappy Sunday quotes were from Billy Shakespeare and my man Lord Byron. Whenever I hear the words, “Great Gatsby” I get these images of 1920s Capone-type gangsters, doing the Charleston and downing tumblers of bathtub gin. Anyone else think that? No? Okay, maybe it’s just me.
Anyhoot, try your luck at this quote from a crazy person from some book somebody wrote a long time ago.
“Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture — a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees — very gradually — I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.”