Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Tonight's tie is a rich mahogany textured silk accented by closely-gathered gold pinstripes, each sheaf of six appearing as a stripe on its own. The last room Burke escorted him into was the library. "Many of these volumes are First Editions and very rare, sir," he intoned. "Your grandfather was a great lover of books, and he insisted upon the finest quality and workmanship. If you would like, I myself can--" but the younger gentleman waved him impatiently into silence as he took a volume from the shelf. Its cover was embossed, fine-grained leather, and the gilt-edged pages gleamed. Part of Grandfather's personal library, the book's binding had been custom-made, and the grandson could not help but note the irony in the title he had randomly selected: Fitzgerald's The Beautiful and the Damned. And even before he opened it to its frontispiece, he knew it would be signed and dedicated to Grandfather by the Jazz Age raconteur himself.
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