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... And then one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
It eluded us then, but that"s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And then one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.