|Portsea Hotel |
We passed the Mornington Peninsula on our way to Phillip Island, confined in a compact car, munching on nuts, and listening to Il Divo, whilst we marvelled at the extravagant line of mansions. And, somehow, I thought of Gatsby.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby