This Side of Paradise - 01
THIS SIDE OF PARADISE
By F. Scott Fitzgerald
CONTENTS
BOOK ONE—The Romantic Egotist
CHAPTER 1. Amory, Son of Beatrice
CHAPTER 2. Spires and Gargoyles
CHAPTER 3. The Egotist Considers
CHAPTER 4. Narcissus Off Duty
INTERLUDE
BOOK TWO—The Education of a Personage
CHAPTER 1. The Debutante
CHAPTER 2. Experiments in Convalescence
CHAPTER 3. Young Irony
CHAPTER 4. The Supercilious Sacrifice
CHAPTER 5. The Egotist Becomes a Personage
BOOK ONE—The Romantic Egotist
CHAPTER 1. Amory, Son of Beatrice
Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while. His father, an ineffectual, inarticulate man with a taste for Byron and a habit of drowsing over the Encyclopedia Britannica, grew wealthy at thirty through the death of two elder brothers, successful Chicago brokers, and in the first flush of feeling that the world was his, went to Bar Harbor and met Beatrice O’Hara. In consequence, Stephen Blaine handed down to posterity his height of just under six feet and his tendency to waver at crucial moments, these two abstractions appearing in his son Amory. For many years he hovered in the background of his family’s life, an unassertive figure with a face half-obliterated by lifeless, silky hair, continually occupied in “taking care” of his wife, continually harassed by the idea that he didn’t and couldn’t understand her.
But Beatrice Blaine! There was a woman! Early pictures taken on her father’s estate at Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, or in Rome at the Sacred Heart Convent—an educational extravagance that in her youth was only for the daughters of the exceptionally wealthy—showed the exquisite delicacy of her features, the consummate art and simplicity of her clothes. A brilliant education she had—her youth passed in renaissance glory, she was versed in the latest gossip of the Older Roman Families; known by name as a fabulously wealthy American girl to Cardinal Vitori and Queen Margherita and more subtle celebrities that one must have had some culture even to have heard of. She learned in England to prefer whiskey and soda to wine, and her small talk was broadened in two senses during a winter in Vienna. All in all Beatrice O’Hara absorbed the sort of education that will be quite impossible ever again; a tutelage measured by the number of things and people one could be contemptuous of and charming about; a culture rich in all arts and traditions, barren of all ideas, in the last of those days when the great gardener clipped the inferior roses to produce one perfect bud.
In her less important moments she returned to America, met Stephen Blaine and married him—this almost entirely because she was a little bit weary, a little bit sad. Her only child was carried through a tiresome season and brought into the world on a spring day in ninety-six.
When Amory was five he was already a delightful companion for her. He was an auburn-haired boy, with great, handsome eyes which he would grow up to in time, a facile imaginative mind and a taste for fancy dress. From his fourth to his tenth year he did the country with his mother in her father’s private car, from Coronado, where his mother became so bored that she had a nervous breakdown in a fashionable hotel, down to Mexico City, where she took a mild, almost epidemic consumption. This trouble pleased her, and later she made use of it as an intrinsic part of her atmosphere—especially after several astounding bracers.
So, while more or less fortunate little rich boys were defying governesses on the beach at Newport, or being spanked or tutored or read to from “Do and Dare,” or “Frank on the Mississippi,” Amory was biting acquiescent bell-boys in the Waldorf, outgrowing a natural repugnance to chamber music and symphonies, and deriving a highly specialized education from his mother.
“Amory.”
“Yes, Beatrice.” (Such a quaint name for his mother; she encouraged it.)
“Dear, don’t think of getting out of bed yet. I’ve always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous. Clothilde is having your breakfast brought up.”
“All right.”
“I am feeling very old to-day, Amory,” she would sigh, her face a rare cameo of pathos, her voice exquisitely modulated, her hands as facile as Bernhardt’s. “My nerves are on edge—on edge. We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.”
Amory’s penetrating green eyes would look out through tangled hair at his mother. Even at this age he had no illusions about her.
“Amory.”
“Oh, yes.”
“I want you to take a red-hot bath as hot as you can bear it, and just relax your nerves. You can read in the tub if you wish.”
She fed him sections of the “Fetes Galantes” before he was ten; at eleven he could talk glibly, if rather reminiscently, of Brahms and Mozart and Beethoven. One afternoon, when left alone in the hotel at Hot Springs, he sampled his mother’s apricot cordial, and as the taste pleased him, he became quite tipsy. This was fun for a while, but he essayed a cigarette in his exaltation, and succumbed to a vulgar, plebeian reaction. Though this incident horrified Beatrice, it also secretly amused her and became part of what in a later generation would have been termed her “line.”
“This son of mine,” he heard her tell a room full of awestruck, admiring women one day, “is entirely sophisticated and quite charming—but delicate—we’re all delicate; here, you know.” Her hand was radiantly outlined against her beautiful bosom; then sinking her voice to a whisper, she told them of the apricot cordial. They rejoiced, for she was a brave raconteuse, but many were the keys turned in sideboard locks that night against the possible defection of little Bobby or Barbara....
These domestic pilgrimages were invariably in state; two maids, the private car, or Mr. Blaine when available, and very often a physician. When Amory had the whooping-cough four disgusted specialists glared at each other hunched around his bed; when he took scarlet fever the number of attendants, including physicians and nurses, totalled fourteen. However, blood being thicker than broth, he was pulled through.
The Blaines were attached to no city. They were the Blaines of Lake Geneva; they had quite enough relatives to serve in place of friends, and an enviable standing from Pasadena to Cape Cod. But Beatrice grew more and more prone to like only new acquaintances, as there were certain stories, such as the history of her constitution and its many amendments, memories of her years abroad, that it was necessary for her to repeat at regular intervals. Like Freudian dreams, they must be thrown off, else they would sweep in and lay siege to her nerves. But Beatrice was critical about American women, especially the floating population of ex-Westerners.
“They have accents, my dear,” she told Amory, “not Southern accents or Boston accents, not an accent attached to any locality, just an accent”—she became dreamy. “They pick up old, moth-eaten London accents that are down on their luck and have to be used by some one. They talk as an English butler might after several years in a Chicago grand-opera company.” She became almost incoherent—“Suppose—time in every Western woman’s life—she feels her husband is prosperous enough for her to have—accent—they try to impress me, my dear—”
Though she thought of her body as a mass of frailties, she considered her soul quite as ill, and therefore important in her life. She had once been a Catholic, but discovering that priests were infinitely more attentive when she was in process of losing or regaining faith in Mother Church, she maintained an enchantingly wavering attitude. Often she deplored the bourgeois quality of the American Catholic clergy, and was quite sure that had she lived in the shadow of the great Continental cathedrals her soul would still be a thin flame on the mighty altar of Rome. Still, next to doctors, priests were her favorite sport.
“Ah, Bishop Wiston,” she would declare, “I do not want to talk of myself. I can imagine the stream of hysterical women fluttering at your doors, beseeching you to be simpatico”—then after an interlude filled by the clergyman—“but my mood—is—oddly dissimilar.”
Only to bishops and above did she divulge her clerical romance. When she had first returned to her country there had been a pagan, Swinburnian young man in Asheville, for whose passionate kisses and unsentimental conversations she had taken a decided penchant—they had discussed the matter pro and con with an intellectual romancing quite devoid of sappiness. Eventually she had decided to marry for background, and the young pagan from Asheville had gone through a spiritual crisis, joined the Catholic Church, and was now—Monsignor Darcy.
“Indeed, Mrs. Blaine, he is still delightful company—quite the cardinal’s right-hand man.”
“Amory will go to him one day, I know,” breathed the beautiful lady, “and Monsignor Darcy will understand him as he understood me.”
Amory became thirteen, rather tall and slender, and more than ever on to his Celtic mother. He had tutored occasionally—the idea being that he was to “keep up,” at each place “taking up the work where he left off,” yet as no tutor ever found the place he left off, his mind was still in very good shape. What a few more years of this life would have made of him is problematical. However, four hours out from land, Italy bound, with Beatrice, his appendix burst, probably from too many meals in bed, and after a series of frantic telegrams to Europe and America, to the amazement of the passengers the great ship slowly wheeled around and returned to New York to deposit Amory at the pier. You will admit that if it was not life it was magnificent.
After the operation Beatrice had a nervous breakdown that bore a suspicious resemblance to delirium tremens, and Amory was left in Minneapolis, destined to spend the ensuing two years with his aunt and uncle. There the crude, vulgar air of Western civilization first catches him—in his underwear, so to speak.
A KISS FOR AMORY
His lip curled when he read it.
“I am going to have a bobbing party,” it said, “on Thursday, December the seventeenth, at five o’clock, and I would like it very much if you could come. Yours truly, R.S.V.P. Myra St. Claire.He had been two months in Minneapolis, and his chief struggle had been the concealing from “the other guys at school” how particularly superior he felt himself to be, yet this conviction was built upon shifting sands. He had shown off one day in French class (he was in senior French class) to the utter confusion of Mr. Reardon, whose accent Amory damned contemptuously, and to the delight of the class. Mr. Reardon, who had spent several weeks in Paris ten years before, took his revenge on the verbs, whenever he had his book open. But another time Amory showed off in history class, with quite disastrous results, for the boys there were his own age, and they shrilled innuendoes at each other all the following week:
“Aw—I b’lieve, doncherknow, the Umuricun revolution was lawgely an affair of the middul clawses,” or
“Washington came of very good blood—aw, quite good—I b’lieve.”
Amory ingeniously tried to retrieve himself by blundering on purpose. Two years before he had commenced a history of the United States which, though it only got as far as the Colonial Wars, had been pronounced by his mother completely enchanting.
His chief disadvantage lay in athletics, but as soon as he discovered that it was the touchstone of power and popularity at school, he began to make furious, persistent efforts to excel in the winter sports, and with his ankles aching and bending in spite of his efforts, he skated valiantly around the Lorelie rink every afternoon, wondering how soon he would be able to carry a hockey-stick without getting it inexplicably tangled in his skates.
The invitation to Miss Myra St. Claire’s bobbing party spent the morning in his coat pocket, where it had an intense physical affair with a dusty piece of peanut brittle. During the afternoon he brought it to light with a sigh, and after some consideration and a preliminary draft in the back of Collar and Daniel’s “First-Year Latin,” composed an answer:
My dear Miss St. Claire: Your truly charming envitation for the evening of next Thursday evening was truly delightful to receive this morning. I will be charm and inchanted indeed to present my compliments on next Thursday evening. Faithfully, Amory Blaine.On Thursday, therefore, he walked pensively along the slippery, shovel-scraped sidewalks, and came in sight of Myra’s house, on the half-hour after five, a lateness which he fancied his mother would have favored. He waited on the door-step with his eyes nonchalantly half-closed, and planned his entrance with precision. He would cross the floor, not too hastily, to Mrs. St. Claire, and say with exactly the correct modulation:
“My dear Mrs. St. Claire, I’m frightfully sorry to be late, but my maid”—he paused there and realized he would be quoting—“but my uncle and I had to see a fella—Yes, I’ve met your enchanting daughter at dancing-school.”
Then he would shake hands, using that slight, half-foreign bow, with all the starchy little females, and nod to the fellas who would be standing ’round, paralyzed into rigid groups for mutual protection.
A butler (one of the three in Minneapolis) swung open the door. Amory stepped inside and divested himself of cap and coat. He was mildly surprised not to hear the shrill squawk of conversation from the next room, and he decided it must be quite formal. He approved of that—as he approved of the butler.
“Miss Myra,” he said.
To his surprise the butler grinned horribly.
“Oh, yeah,” he declared, “she’s here.” He was unaware that his failure to be cockney was ruining his standing. Amory considered him coldly.
“But,” continued the butler, his voice rising unnecessarily, “she’s the only one what is here. The party’s gone.”
Amory gasped in sudden horror.
“What?”
“She’s been waitin’ for Amory Blaine. That’s you, ain’t it? Her mother says that if you showed up by five-thirty you two was to go after ’em in the Packard.”
Amory’s despair was crystallized by the appearance of Myra herself, bundled to the ears in a polo coat, her face plainly sulky, her voice pleasant only with difficulty.
“’Lo, Amory.”
“’Lo, Myra.” He had described the state of his vitality.
“Well—you got here, anyways.”
“Well—I’ll tell you. I guess you don’t know about the auto accident,” he romanced.
Myra’s eyes opened wide.
“Who was it to?”
“Well,” he continued desperately, “uncle ’n aunt ’n I.”
“Was any one killed?”
Amory paused and then nodded.
“Your uncle?”—alarm.
“Oh, no just a horse—a sorta gray horse.”
At this point the Erse butler snickered.
“Probably killed the engine,” he suggested. Amory would have put him on the rack without a scruple.
“We’ll go now,” said Myra coolly. “You see, Amory, the bobs were ordered for five and everybody was here, so we couldn’t wait—”
“Well, I couldn’t help it, could I?”
“So mama said for me to wait till ha’past five. We’ll catch the bobs before it gets to the Minnehaha Club, Amory.”
Amory’s shredded poise dropped from him. He pictured the happy party jingling along snowy streets, the appearance of the limousine, the horrible public descent of him and Myra before sixty reproachful eyes, his apology—a real one this time. He sighed aloud.
“What?” inquired Myra.
“Nothing. I was just yawning. Are we going to surely catch up with ’em before they get there?” He was encouraging a faint hope that they might slip into the Minnehaha Club and meet the others there, be found in blasé seclusion before the fire and quite regain his lost attitude.
“Oh, sure Mike, we’ll catch ’em all right—let’s hurry.”
He became conscious of his stomach. As they stepped into the machine he hurriedly slapped the paint of diplomacy over a rather box-like plan he had conceived. It was based upon some “trade-lasts” gleaned at dancing-school, to the effect that he was “awful good-looking and English, sort of.”
“Myra,” he said, lowering his voice and choosing his words carefully, “I beg a thousand pardons. Can you ever forgive me?” She regarded him gravely, his intent green eyes, his mouth, that to her thirteen-year-old, arrow-collar taste was the quintessence of romance. Yes, Myra could forgive him very easily.
“Why—yes—sure.”
He looked at her again, and then dropped his eyes. He had lashes.
- Parçalar
- This Side of Paradise - 01Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2826Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 112047.3 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor63.2 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor70.6 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 02Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2943Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 113550.9 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor66.0 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor73.6 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 03Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2910Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 109549.5 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor64.4 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor72.5 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 04Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2905Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 118946.3 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor61.8 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor68.7 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 05Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2936Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 120947.0 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor60.7 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor68.8 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 06Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3076Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 124847.2 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor62.3 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor70.7 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 07Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3119Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 106256.5 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor72.1 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor77.7 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 08Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2843Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 112748.0 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor64.2 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor71.1 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 09Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3112Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 109654.6 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor69.5 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor76.0 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 10Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2839Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 101452.8 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor67.9 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor74.4 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 11Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3023Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 113648.0 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor62.8 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor69.3 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 12Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3052Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 102055.2 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor69.5 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor77.1 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 13Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2970Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 109349.4 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor63.6 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor71.5 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 14Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2862Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 101953.9 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor69.3 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor76.2 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 15Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3004Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 99357.0 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor72.4 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor78.2 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 16Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3073Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 109749.4 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor66.0 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor72.7 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 17Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3045Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 105853.1 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor68.6 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor75.9 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 18Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2941Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 91757.5 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor71.2 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor78.3 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 19Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2961Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 90359.5 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor72.6 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor77.8 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 20Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2850Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 106650.8 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor67.0 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor74.6 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 21Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2960Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 115948.6 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor64.1 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor71.3 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 22Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3038Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 106257.3 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor72.6 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor79.1 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 23Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3137Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 109952.2 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor68.0 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor74.8 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 24Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3039Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 110454.4 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor69.6 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor76.1 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 25Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3023Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 116548.9 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor63.4 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor70.4 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 26Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 3072Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 121747.6 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor62.9 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor70.5 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 27Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 2829Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 95952.5 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor67.8 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor74.1 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor
- This Side of Paradise - 28Her çubuk, en yaygın 1000 kelime başına düşen kelime yüzdesini temsil eder.Toplam kelime sayısı 1120Benzersiz kelimelerin toplam sayısı 53561.8 kelime en yaygın 2000 kelimede yer alıyor74.8 kelime en yaygın 5000 kelimede yer alıyor80.7 kelime en yaygın 8000 kelimede yer alıyor