This is some lazy, wooly, flabby-ass writing over here:
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
And this is what sublime prose sounds like:
"And one midnight I found her in the embrace of a black naked demon, and the sight twisted my mind. I stood back aghast. I was not seen, and I went slowly away. In the morning she came running across the terrace, smiling and happy, like a child. 'Leave me,' I told her. 'You are vile beyond calculation.'"
-Jack Vance, T'Sais
Listing off the reasons the first one is known throughout the English-speaking world and the second one is so obscure that the only Google references to it (all 2 of them) are in actual searches of the on-line text of the book is the same as listing off all the worst things about life.
16 hours ago