{"id":35961,"date":"2011-12-22T00:49:44","date_gmt":"2011-12-22T00:49:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2011\/12\/22\/goofy-my-darling-hasnt-it-been-a-lovely-day\/"},"modified":"2017-07-01T21:35:04","modified_gmt":"2017-07-01T21:35:04","slug":"goofy-my-darling-hasnt-it-been-a-lovely-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2011\/12\/22\/goofy-my-darling-hasnt-it-been-a-lovely-day\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-35961 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2011\/12\/22\/goofy-my-darling-hasnt-it-been-a-lovely-day\/attachment\/35962\/'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/tumblr_lh3li1K4gp1qzkq51o1_500-150x150.png\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/tumblr_lh3li1K4gp1qzkq51o1_500-150x150.png 150w, http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/tumblr_lh3li1K4gp1qzkq51o1_500-100x100.png 100w\" sizes=\"auto, 100vw\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<blockquote>\n<p>\u00a0<span>\u201cGoofy, my darling, hasn\u2019t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and the sun was lying like a birthday parcel on my table so I opened it up and so many happy things went fluttering into the air; love to Doo-do and the remembered feel of our skins cool against each other in other mornings\u201d\u00a0&#8211; \u00a0(Zelda to Scott, 1930)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u201cYou phoned me tonight &#8211; I walked on those telephone wires for two hours after holding your love like a parasol to balance me.\u201d \u00a0(Zelda to Scott, 1930)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u201cWhy should graves make people feel in vain? Somehow I can\u2019t find anything hopeless in having lived &#8211; All the broken columns and clasped hands and doves and angels mean romances &#8211; and in an hundred years I think I shall like having young people speculate on whether my eyes were brown or blue \u2026 I hope my grave has an air of many, many years ago about it &#8211; Isn\u2019t it funny how, out of a row of Confederate soliders, two or three will make you think of dead lovers and dead loves\u201d \u00a0(Zelda to Scott, 1919)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0<\/span>&#8211; <strong>Zelda Fitzgerald\u00a0<\/strong>&amp;\u00a0<strong>F. Scott Fitzgerald<\/strong>\u2019s love letters<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0\u201cGoofy, my darling, hasn\u2019t it been a lovely day? 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