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“He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material, without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about…” – The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald.