# Quote — F.Scott Fitzgerald, Tales of the Jazz Age

> The street was hot at three and hotter still at four, the April dust seeming to enmesh the sun and give it forth again as a world-old joke forever played on an eternity of afternoons. But at half past four a first layer of quiet fell and the shades lengthened under the awnings and heavy foliaged trees. In this heat nothing mattered. All life was weather, a waiting through the hot where events had no significance for the cool that was soft and caressing like a woman's hand on a tired forehead.

- Author: [F.Scott Fitzgerald](https://www.leafyquotes.com/fscott-fitzgerald.md)
- Book: [Tales of the Jazz Age](https://www.leafyquotes.com/fscott-fitzgerald/tales-of-the-jazz-age.md)
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