想读 Tender is the Night
Deferential palms cool its flushed facade, and before it stretches a short dazzling beach.
Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse's Hotel des Etrangers and Cannes, five miles away.
The hotel and its bright tan prayer rug of a beach were one.
In the early morning the distant image of Cannes, the pink and cream of old fortifications, the purple Alp that bounded Italy, were cast across the water and lay quavering in the ripples and rings sent up by sea-plants through the clear shallows.
The mother's face was of a fading prettiness that would soon be patted with broken veins; her expression was both tranquil and aware in a pleasant way. However, one's eye moved on quickly to her daughter, who had magic in her pink palms and her cheeks lit to a lovely flame, like the thrilling flush of children after their cold baths in the evening.
Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood --- she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.引自 Chapter 1She was one of those elderly "good sports" preserved by an imperviousness to experience and a good digestion into another generation.引自 Chapter 1