“It was on the two little seats
facing each other that are always the last ones left on the train. I was going
up to New York to see my sister and spend the night. He had on a dress suit and
patent leather shoes, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, but every time he
looked at me I had to pretend to be looking at the advertisement over his head.
When we came into the station he was next to me, and his white shirt-front
pressed against my arm, and so I told him I’d have to call a policeman, but he
knew I lied. I was so excited that when I got into a taxi with him I didn’t
hardly know I wasn’t getting into a subway train. All I kept thinking about,
over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’” "The Great Gatsby"
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