But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

from F. Scott Fitzgerald – The Great Gatsby (Chapter VI) on Rap Genius


Gatsby was restless, not content with his status economically or socially. His dreams and aspirations haunt him, but lend him the tenacity to conquer and rise above his humble beginnings. A blessing and a curse, Gatsby is never quite satisfied with his life, beleaguered by a constant sense of inferiority.

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