Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning ——

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

盖茨比信奉这盏绿灯，这个一年年在我们眼前渐渐远去的、纸醉金迷的未来。它从前滑脱了我们的追求，不过没关系——明天我们会跑得更快些，把胳臂伸得更远些……总有一个晴朗的早晨……

于是我们奋力向前划，逆流向上的小舟，不停地倒退，进入过去。