Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.
F. Scott FitzgeraldOne hurries through, even though there's time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSo I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.
F. Scott Fitzgerald