Saturday, June 19, 2010

Best Ending To a Novel.

And as I sat there, brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out Daisy's light at the end of his dock. He had come such a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close he could hardly fail to grasp it. But what he did not know was that it was already behind him, somewhere in the vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
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.
F. Scott Fitzgerald.

A little bed time story for my little blades... Dream sweet, sweet dreams. And I send you all love... always.


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  3. E, my father juuuust quoted that to me on the phone!!! Great minds think alike!!! Indeed, we are connected.

    Thank you for thinking of me.

    Happy Father's Day to you too :)