The Great Gatsby's Universe
I New York in 1925 was a city that had forgotten how to sleep. Jazz spilled from the speakeasies on 52nd Street like water from a broken pipe, and the stock market climbed higher each day as though gravity itself had been abolished. Clare Winterbourne stood on the balcony of her Long Island estate and watched the Manhattan skyline glitter across the water, and she felt the particular kind of...
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