I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. Sometimes in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneiness sometimes, and felt it in others - poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restsautant dinner - young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poigant moments of night and life.
(from The Great Gatsby)
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