Wednesday, March 23, 2005

There are no second acts in American lives.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald


This picture, taken in Oldtown Pasadena, reminded me of this quotation,
But above the grey land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic--their retinas are over one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes, dimmed a little by many painless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.
The Great Gatsby

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