One thing's sure and nothing's surer
The rich get richer and the poor get-- children
In the mean time,
In between time--
As I went over to say goodbye I saw that the expression of bewilderment had come back into Gatsby's face, as though a faint doubt had occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness.
Almost five years! There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy fell short of his dreams-- not through her own fault but through the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
-from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
p.s. Happy birthday, Rossini! "All kinds of music are good, except the boring kind."