"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 then one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
A medical student in Chicago.
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Now I want to live in a little house in the country with me baking pies and he playing guitar. I really want that now. That’s what I’m dreaming about.