Dick turned around slowly. Did you expect her to be dead because I was tight ? His tone was pleasant. Nicole is now made of-of Georgia pine, which is the hardest wood known, except lignum vitae from New Zealand
by Francis Scott Fitzgerald
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In the scene, Dick slowly turns to address someone, questioning their expectation regarding a death attributed to his behavior. His pleasant tone contrasts with the gravity of the subject, hinting at deeper emotional undertones. This moment reveals Dick's awareness of the impact of his actions and the complexities of his relationships. The description of Nicole as being made of Georgia pine serves as a metaphor, emphasizing her strength and resilience, likening her enduring nature to one of the hardest woods. This imagery suggests that despite her struggles, she possesses an inner fortitude akin to the durability of the material, reflecting her character's complexities in "Tender Is the Night" by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

In the scene, Dick slowly turns to address someone, questioning their expectation regarding a death attributed to his behavior. His pleasant tone contrasts with the gravity of the subject, hinting at deeper emotional undertones. This moment reveals Dick's awareness of the impact of his actions and the complexities of his relationships.

The description of Nicole as being made of Georgia pine serves as a metaphor, emphasizing her strength and resilience, likening her enduring nature to one of the hardest woods. This imagery suggests that despite her struggles, she possesses an inner fortitude akin to the durability of the material, reflecting her character's complexities in "Tender Is the Night" by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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