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Thursday, February 26, 2015

A beautiful long sentence in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

This sentence from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby opens up into a series of abstract phrases:

"Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder."

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