BE: echoes in coastal waters

[Monte Davis]

We've so often quoted (and recognized in TRP) this from Fitzgerald: 

 

".gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for
Dutch sailors' eyes-a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished
trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in
whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory
enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this
continent."

 

It's dawn, and Maxine and companions are in a boat on the Arthur Kill near
Isle of Meadows, a huge NYC landfill site:

 

"and for maybe a minute and a half she feels free-at least at the edge of
possibilities, like whatever the Europeans who first sailed up the Passaic
River must have felt, before the long parable of corporate sins and
corruption that overtook it, before the dioxins and the highway debris and
unmourned acts of waste."

 

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