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 our arms further... And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

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 our arms further... And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

      
        
        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 our arms further...
        And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

        
        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 our arms further...
        And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.