17 2 / 2013
“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 - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther … And one fine morning —-”
(Just re-read this for the first time in ten years and was reaffirmed in my belief that it might just be the perfect novel)
