Sunday Sentence: “The Hotel Child” by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.



Among these was young Count Stanislas Borowki, with his handsome, shining brown eyes of a stuffed deer, and his black hair already dashed with distinguished streaks like the keyboard of a piano.

“The Hotel Child” by F. Scott Fitzgerald
(Saturday Evening Post, Jan. 31, 1931)