The Great Gatsby

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

The modesty of the demand shook me. He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths—so that he could “come over” some afternoon to a stranger’s garden.

World’s Fair,” I said. “Does it?” He turned his eyes

“I certainly am awfully glad to see you again.”

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

Very true

It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.