Do you mind if I pull down the curtain?
F. Scott Fitzgerald
A fellow has to believe in something, Jay-such as the rottenness of humanity.
Gloria had lulled his mind to sleep. She, who seemed of all women the wisest and the finest, hung like a brilliant curtain across his doorways, shutting out the light of the sun. In those first years what he believed bore invariably the stamp of Gloria; he saw the sun always through the pattern of the curtain.
Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace.
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.
Similarly we are seldom sorry for those who need and crave our pity--we reserve this for those who, by other means, make us exercise the.
Probably more than any concrete vice or failing Amory despised his own personality - he loathed knowing that to-morrow and the thousand days after he would sell pompously at a compliment and sulk at an ill word like a third-rate musician or a first-class actor.
I'm sick of a system where the richest man gets the most beautiful girl if he wants her, where the artist without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer.
This son of mine..is entirely sophisticated and quite charming- but delicate- we're all delicate; here, you know.