“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.”
I recently re-read The Great Gatsby. Universally acknowledged as one of the great novels in English, if not in any language, it is one of those rare books that truly deserves all the plaudits that come its way. Published in 1925, this nearly century old book tells a timeless story in a way that can (and has been) interpreted in an almost infinite variety of ways.