"Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope."
. . . .
"Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was with him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."
. . . .
"I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound."
. . . .
"There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired."
. . . .
"Her voice is full of money,' he said suddenly.
That was it. I'd never understood before. It was full of money - that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals' song of it . . High in a white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl."
. . . .
"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 - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther . . . And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
- The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fizgerald
No comments:
Post a Comment