Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us, but that's no matter-to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And one fine morning
It's a fragment form the last page of "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald, the last book that I read in English.
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