(anoitece sobre o harvard memorial hall)

"How do you get to West Egg village?" he asked helplessly.
I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar convinction that life was begginning over again with the summer."

The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald