"A night scene by El Greco..."

"For just a minute I wondered if I wasn't making a mistake, then I thought it all over again quickly and got up to say good-bye.

'Nevertheless you did throw me over,' said Jordan suddenly.  'You threw me over on the telephone.  I don't give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me, and I felt dizzy for a while.'

We shook hands.

'Oh, and do you remember' --she added-- 'a conversation we had once about driving a car?'

'Why-- not exactly.'

'You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver?  Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I?  I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess.  I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person.  I thought it was your secret pride.'

'I'm thirty,' I said.  'I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.'

She didn't answer.  Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."

~the great gatsby~

(I know that I shouldn't let it get to me, I know that I should get on with my life, but I do feel thrown over.  I feel like I met a bad driver in the guise of a promise-making curly-haired bronze statue of a man...)