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Revision as of 22:21, 7 November 2022 by imported>Richard Arthur Norton (1958- ) (‎Changed claim: property constraint (P2302): Q21503250)
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Only use this property for quotations which are in the public domain in the United States or are ineligible for copyright in the United States. (English)
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who would these fardels bear,/To grunt and sweat under a weary life,/But that the dread of something after death, —/The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn/No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,/And makes us rather bear those ills we have/Than fly to others that we know naught of? (English)
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No telephone message arrived, but the butler went without his sleep and waited for it until four o'clock — until long after there was anyone to give it to if it came. I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about … like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees. (English)
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