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192 The Great Gatsby

this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation

he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last

time in history with something commensurate to his capac-

ity for wonder.

And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world,

I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the

green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long

way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so

close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know

that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast

obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the re-

public rolled on under the night.

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.

THE END