The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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The Great Gatsby
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
Reserving judgement is a matter of infinite hope.
…thats the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
