In these days of loneliness, I spent some time at night reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby, and I just finished the book for the second time today. Reading the last lines, it made me feel so... Pardon me for not able addressing the miscellaneous feelings it urged me.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eludes 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 ceaselessly into the past.
.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment