Francis Scott Fitzgerald. The last tycoon (№ 399643)

Dark eyes saw right through me; I tried to imagine how he would look, had he to love. The look was soft, aloof, sometimes a bit of scolding - and always out of reach. Not the fault of those eyes, they opened so much. Their owner when the case easily included in the role of "regular guy", although he didn't manage to mingle with the crowd. However, he was able to remain silent, and to go into the shadows, and listen. From my seat (always thought that with the height, although his height he was small) he looked over the many lives his world like a proud young shepherd, do not distinguish day and night. He was born sleepless, without the ability and desire to relax.