No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of… — F.Scott Fitzgerald
No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
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