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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 for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
— Nick Carraway on that whole Taylor Swift conversation. Remember, Gatsby hosted parties in the hope Daisy would come. I’m like him, but without all the problems.
