“ His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Because I did not attend high school, I never had the pleasure of reading “The Great Gatsby” with the intent of writing a stupid paper about it. Liberated from this conceit, I found it to be an enjoyable book… although much shorter than I thought it would be. This passage reminds me of Kierkegaard… yes, the writing was nice.
