To speak through the dance, to articulate something beyond the steps, was the precise art for which I struggled
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
“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—tomorrow 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.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby