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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.
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The end of The Great Gatsby
In summation: bring it on universe, I’m ready for what’s next.
