In The Great Gatsby , F. Scott Fitzgerald writes, “And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

Clearly Fitzgerald wasn’t writing from the sweltering heat of a South Carolina summer, else he may have changed his words to something like, “life was coming to a withering, smothering end from the humidity and oppressive heat.”

See Full Page