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Beautiful Things Grow To A Certain Height And Then They Fail And Fade Off, Breathing Out Memories As They Decay.

So They Were Desperately In Love And Being Desperately In Love Involves A Desperate Existence.

I Like France, Where Everybody Thinks He's Napoleon--down Here Everybody Thinks He's Christ.

The Words Seemed To Bite Physically Into Gatsby.

Books Are Like Brothers. I Am An Only Child. Gatsby [is] My Imaginary Eldest Brother.