Ceaselessly into the past
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 then
one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
The Great Gatsby
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
The Great Gatsby