With Thanksgiving coming up it makes sense to refer to one of the Great American novels… F. Scott Fitgerald’s The Great Gatsby. Enjoy this week’s Quote of the Fortnight, which refers to Nick Carraway’s changed perspective of Manhattan at the end of the novel.
“Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailor’s eyes–a fresh, green breast of the new world. 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.” p. 180
