The way he looked at her is the way all girls want to be looked at.
Men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the laughers and the stars.
The moon rose higher. And as I stood there, brooding on the old, unknown world.
He had come such a long way, and his dream have must seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. But he didn't know that it was already behind him.
The orgastic future that year by year recedes before 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.