"And as I sat there, brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out Daisy’s light at the end of his dock. He had come such a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close he could hardly fail to grasp it."
I seem to be reading lots of books about dreams lately - most of them encouraging, and this book was like a breath of fresh air. The what-happens-after-you-get-everything-you-ever-wanted affair. The morning after the night you have been dreaming about your whole life. The not so happy-ever-after. People rarely tell that side of the story. And this was told so beautifully that it almost broke your heart.