The Pusher-in-the-Face

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

Charles Stuart just wanted to sit quietly in the audience and watch the play, but Mrs Robinson and her two friends in the row behind had other ideas...As the curtain falls on the first act, an exasperated Mr Stuart, fed up with the constant chattering and kicking of his seat, turns to Mrs Robinson and pushes her in the face. This classic, humorous tale, plays out in the courtroom as Charles Stuart tries to defend himself against the charge of assault and battery.A witty short story, 'The Pusher-in-the-Face' is the ideal read for fans of Mark Twain.-

• Language: English
• Publisher: SAGA Egmont
• Release date: Feb 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9788726596182

F. Scott Fitzgerald

F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in Saint Paul, Minnesota, in 1896, attended Princeton University in 1913, and published his first novel, This Side of Paradise, in 1920. That same year he married Zelda Sayre, and he quickly became a central figure in the American expatriate circle in Paris that included Gertrude Stein and Ernest Hemingway. He died of a heart attack in 1940 at the age of forty-four.

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F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Pusher-in-the-Face

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The Pusher-in-the-Face

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The last prisoner was a man—his masculinity was not much in evidence, it is true; he would perhaps better be described as a person, but he undoubtedly came under that general heading and was so classified in the court record. He was a small, somewhat shriveled, somewhat wrinkled American who had been living along for probably thirty-five years.

His body looked as if it had been left by accident in his suit the last time it went to the tailor's and pressed out with hot, heavy irons to its present sharpness. His face was merely a face. It was the kind of face that makes up crowds, gray in color with ears that shrank back against the head as if