司各特·菲茨杰拉德的翅膀

他的才能像一只粉蝶翅膀上的粉末构成的图案那样地自然。有一个时期，他对此并不比粉蝶所知更多，他也不知道这图案是什么时候给擦掉或损坏的。后来他才意识到翅膀受了损伤，并了解它们的构造，于是学会了思索，他再也不会飞了，因为对飞翔的爱好已经消失，他只能回忆往昔毫不费力地飞翔的日子。

海明威在《流动的盛宴》中记述作家司各特·菲茨杰拉德，选自汤道宽翻译。

英文版为：

Scott Fitzgerald

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.