he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been at the end of a dock.
If I can pick only one thing that I truly adore about this book, then it is the green light. I have always loved the meaning behind it since I was young.
The great light... Damit autocorrect, I mean the green light (actually, thank you autocorrect I like it, get it? The great light? Great? Like the book name? And it is my favourite part? Ok I need to stop now) is an incredible symbol.
It is a representation of hope and deep longing.
I love the “his arms” part, indicating that he was not only looking, but he was also trying to touch; he was trying to reach and touch this light, his dreams, more like Daisy, like if it was a soul.
