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Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This? Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This? by Marion Meade
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“But now I know the things I know, And do the things I do; And if you do not like me so, To hell, my love, with you!”
Marion Meade, Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
“Hemingway concealed his hurt feelings but privately added Dorothy's name to his catalogue of people he disliked.”
Marion Meade, Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
“Scandalous stories of extramarital affairs and abortions persisted in circulating, but that was largely because she made no attempt to deny the rumors, since they were true.”
Marion Meade, Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
“While she was willing to give him a chance to repair her, she remained secretly unconvinced that she was worth the trouble. When the nurses said she was lucky to be alive, she thought the opposite was true. She felt unlucky to have failed.”
Marion Meade, Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
“When an editor once tried to kill herself by diving in front of a subway train, Edna Chase was pained by her vulgarity. If a Vogue editor was forced to resort to suicide, she should have enough sense to swallow sleeping powders instead of leaving messes for the city sanitation department.”
Marion Meade, Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
“Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind my ear. And when my captives’ chains would clank I’d howl with glee and drink, And then fling out the quivering plank And watch the beggars sink. I’d like to straddle gory decks, And dig in laden sands, And know the feel of throbbing necks Between my knotted hands. Oh, I should like to strut and curse Among my blackguard crew....”
Marion Meade, Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
“They say of me, and so they should, It’s doubtful if I come to good.”
Marion Meade, Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?