So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

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The expression of bewilderment had come back into Gatsby's face, as though a faint doubt had occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness. Almost five years! There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy stumbled short of his dreams-not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

I first read The Great Gatsby five years ago in EN102 Lit & Comp. I remember more or less liking the story and thinking it was a good book.

I started reading it for a second time on Thursday and I found myself being constantly blown away. I think already knowing the plot freed me to pay attention to the subtleties, or a few years of majoring in English has left me with some formidable reading chops. Either way, this book is a fucking masterpiece.

Getting ready to graduate and applying for grad school has made me start to wonder what I'm doing with school and why. It's kinda been bumming me out. Finishing this book has definitely reminded me what I like about English.

"They're a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together."