(via “HOW I BROKE MY BODY”)

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“You live in West Egg,” she remarked contemptuously, “I know somebody there.”
“I don’t know a single―”
“You must know Gatsby.”
“Gatsby?” demanded Daisy. “What Gatsby?”

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