[Hemingway's Ghost]

After Gatsby's death the East was haunted for me like that, distorted beyond my eyes' power of correction. So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.

Beautiful stuff. Simply brilliant.

[durasell]

As close as any has ever come to "the great American novel." It does not speak well of us that few people, if any, still talk about "the" great American novel.

[Dr. Eckleburg]

Yep. I'm sorry to clutter the thread with non-essentials. But like you said, it's so beautiful. I've always thought GG is best read in the autumn, "season of mists and mellow fruitfulness."

(Someone stop me)

Or like Frost wrote...

"Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?"

Sigh...

I need to rake some leaves. 8~)