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Stacks a dozen high.

Washington Square.

‘We’ve met before,’ muttered Gatsby. His eyes glanced momentarily at me, and his lips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. Luckily the clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of his head, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers, and set it back in place. Then he sat down, rigidly, his elbow on the arm of the sofa and his chin in his hand…

‘It’s an old clock,’ I told them idiotically.
F. Scott Fizgerald, The Great Gatbsy

Probably one of my favorite things is the Vulture quiz: Jay-Z Lyric or Line from The Great Gatsby?. Language is so great.

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