À l'addisperu, aviva portu fora a manu, da pruvà à tena si un'ultimu pugnu d'aria (to snatch only a wisp of air), da purtassi via un'ultimu pezzu di ssi locchi, ch'edda l'aviva laccatu amà cusì forti. Ma u trenu viaghjava troppu à a lestra, ed agna cosa, à li sò occhji, s'imbrugliava, ha sappiutu tandu ch'eddu aviva persu una parti d'eddu stessu, a parti più pura, a parti più bona, par sempri.
(He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freschest and the best, forever.)
Francis Scott Fitzgerald, The great Gatsby, chapter 8
Forever ?
