‘What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon?’ cried Daisy, ‘and the day after that, and the next thirty years?’
‘Don’t be morbid,’ Jordan said. ‘Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.’
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby. Chapter 7, to Daisy life is a never-ending round of boredom that ends in death. To Jordan it is a constant cycle of renewal.