"an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic rediness... what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and shortwinded elations of men"
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year receded before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further... And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaslessly into the pa