All the odds once foretold, rolled tobacco in crisp of gold
Gatsby in a mirror occulent, reckless truth of a world unsold!
All the odds once foretold, rolled tobacco in crisp of gold
Gatsby in a mirror occulent, reckless truth of a world unsold!
The question is not how far you can see, but if you can see farther.
If there is one god, I do not fear him; if there are many, it becomes unclear which to fear.