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“Ήξερε ότι, από τη στιγμή που θα φιλούσε αυτό το κορίτσι και θα πάντρευε τα ανείπωτα οράματά του με τη θνητή της ανάσα, το μυαλό του δεν θα φτερούγιζε ξανά ανέμελο αποδώ κι αποκεί, όπως το μυαλό του Θεού. Έτσι δίστασε για λίγο, περιμένοντας ν΄ ακούσει ακόμα μία φορά τον ήχο που έβγαλε το διαπασών χτυπώντας σ’ ένα αστέρι. Μετά τη φίλησε. Με το άγγιγμα των χειλιών του εκείνη άνθισε για χάρη του σαν λουλούδι και η ενσάρκωση είχε ολοκληρωθεί.”

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The Great Gatsby

F. Scott Fitzgerald's 'The Great Gatsby' is a timeless narrative that delves into the lives of the wealthy elite during the 1920s. The story follows Jay Gatsby, a mysterious millionaire, and his pursuit of the elusive Daisy Buchanan, a woman from his past. The novel is renowned for its vivid portrayal of the era's excesses and the disillusionment that followed, offering a critical commentary on the American Dream. more

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