Ko smo izvlekli v zimsko noč in realno sneg, naš sneg, začela se raztezajo od poleg nas in proti Svjetlucati okna, in medli luči malih postaj, Wisconsin, ki jih premakne, oster divje oklepaja prišel nenadoma v zrak. Mi drew v globokih vdihov z njim, kot sva šla nazaj od večerje s hladno vestibules, unutterably zaveda naše identitete s to državo, za eno čudno uro, preden smo v stopljeno nerazločno še enkrat.
—from The Great Gatsby (Veliki Gatsby), a book by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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