At the enchanted metropolitan
twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others – poor young
clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a
solitary restaurant dinner – young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most
poignant moments of night and life.
Again at eight o’clock, when
the dark lanes of the Forties were fie deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for
the theater district, I felt a sinking in my heart. Forms leaned together in
the taxis as they waited, and voices sang, and there was laughter from unheard
jokes, and lighted cigarettes outlined unintelligible gestures inside.
Imagining that I, too, was hurrying toward gayety and sharing their intimate
excitement, I wished them well.
- The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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