“No — Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and shortwinded elations of men.”
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These here words are fer readin' and thinkin' 'bout 'fore I run outta apostrophes. I don't wanna die before my book comes out so this site is dedicated to the dissemination of information in its multitudinous forms. The Lone Haranguer: A phantom heckler who rides past the king's window frequently to shout "The king is a fink!" The king has suffered anxiety over the stranger, but has never succeeded in capturing or identifying him.
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