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.
5/16/11
Monday, May 16
Homework for Wednesday, May 18.
Read Catcher chapters 13-14.
Period 4, finish your concept cards for Wednesday. The word and an illustrative picture on the front; the definition and your name on the back.
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