Saturday, May 14, 2011

with jack, with everybo(d)y

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"But with every word she was drawing
further and further
into herself,
so that he gave up,
and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away,

trying to touch what was no longer tangible,

struggling unhappily, undespairingly, towards that lost voice across the room."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

2 comments:

Melee said...

I have recently come to appreciate F. Scott Fitzgerald's brilliance as a writer. I need to re-read The Great Gatsby because I read it when I was too young to appreciate his prose.

grey said...

this quote is perfect.