"For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing."
Sentence pulled almost by random, nearly random, kind of, to look at today. Somehow unreal reality makes some people think of Buddha, but that's Google for you, as if the internet were real.
Follow the Gatsby project if you like, at Althouse.blogspot.com, right here.
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