Push past this thought. Take the final step you know awaits your reaction. It’s not parody. There are, honest-to-God, people like this aplenty in our world. Behold, we, as they, are borne back:
”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 one fine morning—- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
Push past this thought. Take the final step you know awaits your reaction. It’s not parody. There are, honest-to-God, people like this aplenty in our world. Behold, we, as they, are borne back:
”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 one fine morning—- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."