When he had gone half way he turned around and stared at the scene—his wife and Catherine scolding and consoling as they stumbled here and there among the crowded furniture with articles of aid, and the despairing figure on the couch, bleeding fluently, and trying to spread a copy of Town Tattle over the tapestry scenes of Versailles.
1925, F[rancis] Scott Fitzgerald, chapter 2, in The Great Gatsby, New York, N.Y.: Charles Scribner’s Sons, published 1953, page 38