There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
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The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on a celebrated romantic relationship, emphasizing its beauty in literary history.
Dorothy Parker acknowledges the enduring nature of the love story between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith, suggesting that their relationship holds a significant place in literature due to its charm and poignancy. This statement not only highlights the romantic elements of their affair but also implies a deeper appreciation for the artistry found within their love story's portrayal.
Themes
LoveLiteratureRomanceAffairBeauty
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about classic love stories, one could reference this quote to highlight the beauty of literary relationships.
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