\u201cI wouldn\u2019t ask too much of her,\u201d I ventured. \u201cYou can\u2019t repeat the past.\u201d
\n\u201cCan\u2019t repeat the past?\u201d he cried incredulously. \u201cWhy of course you can!\u201d
\nHe looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.
\n\u201cI\u2019m going to fix everything just the way it was before,\u201d he said, nodding determinedly. \u201cShe\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s got an indiscreet voice,\u201d I remarked. \u201cIt\u2019s full of \u2014\u2014\u201d I hesitated.
\n\u201cHer voice is full of money,\u201d he said suddenly.
\nThat was it. I\u2019d never understood before. It was full of money \u2014 that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals\u2019 song of it\u2026 .<\/p>\n
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy \u2014 they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made\u2026 .<\/p>\n
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cI wouldn\u2019t ask too much of her,\u201d I ventured. \u201cYou can\u2019t repeat the past.\u201d \u201cCan\u2019t repeat the past?\u201d he cried incredulously. \u201cWhy of course you can!\u201d He looked around him<\/p>\n