Friday, November 9, 2018

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

from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald:

Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

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