"He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was....”
"'I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I
ventured. 'You can't repeat the past.' 'Can't repeat the past?' he cried
incredulously. 'Why of course you can!'"
"There must have been moments even that afternoon when
Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because
of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her,
beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative
passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright
feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can
challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."
“It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.”
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic
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, The Great Gatsby (1925)
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