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Tender Is the Night is a flowery derision of the beautiful people’s world and a bitter tale of ruination.
There are man and wife living in comfort and luxury�
She is enigmatic and beautiful�

She sat in the car, her lovely face set, controlled, her eyes brave and watchful, looking straight ahead toward nothing. Her dress was bright red and her brown legs were bare. She had thick, dark, gold hair like a chow’s.

He is courageous and beautiful�

Save among a few of the tough-minded and perennially suspicious, he had the power of arousing a fascinated and uncritical love. The reaction came when he realized the waste and extravagance involved. He sometimes looked back with awe at the carnivals of affection he had given, as a general might gaze upon a massacre he had ordered to satisfy an impersonal blood lust.

Then a seductress arrives� The girl is adolescently naïve and beautiful�

Her fine forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet, and shining, the color of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood � she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.

But there is no love triangle really� Everything is entertainment and fun: crazy drinking bouts, curious drunken escapades, extravagant jolly trips, lavish shopping sprees� So many open roads for the asking� But all those roads go to mirages and emptiness�
And emptiness is a mire � first it sucks one in and then it sucks out one’s soul.