Tuesday, November 13, 2018

the last book I ever read (The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, excerpt eight)

from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald:

I couldn’t sleep all night; a fog-horn was groaning incessantly on the Sound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams. Toward dawn I heard a taxi go up Gatsby’s drive, and immediately I jumped out of bed and began to dress—I felt that I had something to tell him, something to warn him about, and morning would be too late.

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