English, Marlene Dietrich, 1932
The New Yorker has published a short story from F. Scott Fitzgerald that was originally rejected in 1936.
Vaguely she regarded it. Then she got up from her knees and sank back wearily in the corner of the pew. In her imagination, the Virgin came down, like in the play “The Miracle,” and took her place and sold corsets and girdles for her and was tired, just as she was. Then for a few minutes Mrs. Hanson must have slept.
She awoke at the realization that something had changed, and gradually she perceived that there was a familiar scent that was not incense in the air and that her fingers smarted.
Read the entirety of the piece here.
Thank for the light, Rogues & Gentlemen.