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.
2/21/10
Beloved Project
Here are your options for the Beloved project. Projects will be due on Wednesday, March 3.
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