Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Ours was a generation grown up to find all gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken" —

But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work — and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.