((Prose for the moment)) It was an age of miracles, it was an age of art, it was an age of excess, and it was an age of satire We were the most powerful nation. Who could tell us any longer what was fashionable and what was fun? Scarcely had the staider citizens of the republic caught their breaths when the wildest of all generations, the generation which had been adolescent during the confusion of the War, brusquely shouldered them out of the way and danced into the limelight. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald 1896 –1940 American author of novels and short stories