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 — to-morrow 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.
1/5/10
Tuesday, January 6
Class Assignments: Journal, Vocabulary practice, Beloved
Homework: Read Toni Morrison's Nobel Prize in Literature Lecture. Pay special attention to the symbolism of the bird. We will be discussing it and writing about it in class tomorrow.
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