This is, quite possibly, my favorite novel ending. I know that is terribly cliche since Hollywood got a hold of this story and it became a popular blockbuster ya ya ya… but I still cannot read or hear these lines without slipping into deep thought. They’re worthy of ponderance:
“Gatsby believed in the great light, the orgiastic 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
On a semi-related note, I will be spending today celebrating the evening exactly one year ago whence I met the love of my life. So, for now, the past before that point can wait. Happy Sunday and Happy Sabbath.