" ... gradually I became aware of the old island here
that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new
world. Its vanished trees ... had once pandered in whispers to the last and
greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have
held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an æsthetic
contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time
in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder." - F.
Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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