The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his platonic conception of himself.

but I was not, in the true sense of the word, alive. I simply performed the mundane tasks that were handed to me, one after another

If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.

The only decoration on the gray segments of her cubicle was a bumper sticker, AT LEAST THE WAR ON THE ENVIRONMENT IS GOING WELL. Her colleagues’ cubicles were covered with photos

Written By Jonathan Franzen

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