Gatsby acreditava na luz verde, no futuro orgástico que, ano após ano, recua diante dos nossos olhos. Nessa altura iludiu-nos, mas não importa - amanhã correremos mais depressa, esticaremos mais os braços... E uma bela manhã...

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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