“Sorrow floats.”
“On sorrow floats laughter.”
“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 short-winded elations of men.”
“No- Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it was 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 the short-winded elations of men.”
“They float, they all float... and when you're down here with me, fat boy, you'll float too.”
“They'll float," it growled, "they float, Georgie, and when you're down here with me, you'll float, too-”