Happy Anniversary Great Gatsby : and perhaps a little Champagne to celebrate?

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
— F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

90 years ago today,

on April 10, 1925,

a little book was published in New York, 

and it would become a novel which,

while written of its time, 

has endured with sparkling relevance.


The novel, of course, was The Great Gatsby.

In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths amongst the whisperings and the Champagne and the stars.
— F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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 conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Happy Anniversary, Great Gatsby!