This always struck me as the most unusual of F. Scott Fitzgerald's short stories - a curious idea that the author puts out there simply and matter-of-factly. It travels the whole of human experience with a small share of words. As most of you know by now because of recent press for the upcoming movie, Benjamin Button is born an old man and lives his life backward eventually returning to infancy where he simply fades from existence. "Then it was all dark, and his white crib and the dim faces that moved above him, and the warm sweet aroma of the milk, faded out altogether from his mind."


























