And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning----
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
It's time, Hillary. It's time to step aside, to accept that no matter how close you were, you didn't make it.
As hard as that fact is to accept, accept it you must. It's Obama's time now.
8 comments:
Great quote on the Obama nomination. It's too bad she doesn't seem to be heeding that message.
Very cool, Ms. D
YOU are one class act Delia.
Rock on sister, rock on.
Spartacus--give her time. She'll come around.
Jess--thanks.
Fran--aw shucks.
She finally announced today that she will quit on Sat. Don't know what's so special about Sat. but I'm just glad she didn't take a hostage and demand the nomination for ransom. You know she thought about it.
I luvs the literary stuff, dg, almost as much as i luvs the gigantic child brides.
Wait! You gots both.
U R 2 cool 4 me.
Bradda--I fear you might be right. But it only flashed through her mind for a second. Or ten.
Matty Boy--*blush* Ur 2 cool 2.
Odds bless you my friend. Would that Hillary's other supporters were as broadminded (no pun intended) as you.
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