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.
I couldn’t fully grasp the meaning of this yet but somehow I find it very exquisite.
This is how he decided to end the book, this is why I am amazed.
