Gatsby believed in the green light, the future that year by year 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, against the , back into the past.
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Gatsby believed in the green light, in the ecstatic future that recedes before us year after year. It escaped us then, but that doesn't matter — tomorrow we'll run faster and reach further. And one fine morning — so we push on, boats against the current, carried back endlessly into the past.