The Great Gatsby

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.”

Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.