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.
11/24/09
Tuesday, November 24
Vocabulary Test Today! If you missed class, see me by Friday, 12/4 to make it up.
Enjoy your night without homework. You are getting a project tomorrow (yay!).
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