The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
To see things as they really were--what an empoverishment!
Readers tend to devour short stories on a newssheet, but would be disinclined to read them in collections
My dream had become my reality: my old life was a discarded husk.
Mr. Scott Fitzgerald deserves a good shaking. Here is an unmistakable talent unashamed of making itself a motley to the view. The Great Gatsby is an absurd story, whether considered as romance, melodrama, or plain record of New York high life.
You insisted on thinking of them as angels, even if they were fallen angels.