The Lost Decade by Scott Fitzgerald

 

THE LOST DECADE

by 

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Scott Fitzgerald / La década perdida

  

All sorts of people came into the offices of the news-weekly and Orrison Brown had all sorts of relations with them. Outside of office hours he was "one of the editors"--during work time he was simply a curly-haired man who a year before had edited the Dartmouth Jack-O-Lantern and was now only too glad to take the undesirable assignments around the office, from straightening out illegible copy to playing call boy without the title.

Scott Fitzgerald / Boil Some Water-Lots of It

 

"BOIL SOME WATER-LOTS OF IT"

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Scott Fitzgerald / Pongan agua a hervir, mucha, mucha

 

Pat Hobby sat in his office in the writers' building and looked at his morning's work, just come back from the script department. He was on a "polish job," about the only kind he ever got nowadays. He was to repair a messy sequence in a hurry, but the word "hurry" neither frightened nor inspired him for Pat had been in Hollywood since he was thirty--now he was forty-nine. All the work he had done this morning (except a little changing around of lines so he could claim them as his own)--all he had actually invented was a single imperative sentence, spoken by a doctor.

"Boil some water--lots of it."