Just finished reading The Great Gatsby.Once again it made me realise why classics really are classics.The lines with which Fitzgerald ends the book really summarise the Great American Dream,and it's a shame that he couldn't be inspired by his own lines,spending his last days the way he did.
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 then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
All this has inspired me to read his first novel,This Side of Paradise which opens with an extract from a Rupert Brooke poem.
Well this side of Paradise! ....
There's little comfort in the wise
So there you go.