Borne Back Ceaselessly into the Past

I've been quite enamored of the last line of F. Scott Fitsgerald's Gatsby for some time. I mean I'm not great fan of American Literature, and while I think there's some really brilliant material in The Great Gatsby, on the whole I think its over done and despite it's stark tone, I think there's just too much glamorization. But the last line, I think is enough to make it really amazing. It's been floating around the Quotes section for some time (it was actually the last quote I posted). But just in case you're not familiar with it, here it is.o

Gatsby belived in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorow we will run faster, strech out our arms father.... And one fine morning---

So we beat on, boasts against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

--F. Scott Fitsgerald, The Great Gatsby

There's something poetic and magical about those words, and they've been the source of a lot of inspiration. I wrote a short story, that has some promise, and on a whim I did a sketch that I'm going to print as an plexy glass engraving (intaglio/dry point). I might post the story on TealArt at some point, and I'm going to stick in the drawing in a bit. It's pencil and paper, that I went over with marker and then scanned into the computer. I've taken that scan and provided a little bit of tone for the digital display, and I think it looks pretty good, considering that I drew it.

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