"She's not to know about it. This page offers a flexible search on the whole book of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. "Come here quick!" I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl. He might have despised himself, for he had certainly taken her under false pretenses. . His nostrils turned to me in an interested way. He felt married to her, that was all. Or present a green card. He's a smart man.". They used to run a small hotel.". He had just shaved for there was a white spot of lather on his cheekbone and he was most respectful in his greeting to everyone in the room. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding cake of the ceiling--and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. It was when curiosity about Gatsby was at its highest that the lights in his house failed to go on one Saturday night--and, as obscurely as it had begun, his career as Trimalchio was over. "Who brought you?" All the lights were going on in West Egg now; the electric trains, men-carrying, were plunging home through the rain from New York. It was the man with owl-eyed glasses whom I had found marvelling over Gatsby's books in the library one night three months before. But what had amused me then turned septic on the air now. ", "Look at this," said Gatsby quickly. It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with grey turning, gold turning light. What do you expect?". The nature of Mr. Tostoff's composition eluded me, because just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes. "Even if we are cousins. the one on my right was a colossal affair by any standardit was a factual imitation of some Hotel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. . ", "Look here, this is a book he had when he was a boy. What kind do you want, lady? I'm having a marvelous----", "You must see the faces of many people you've heard about. I began to walk about the room, examining various indefinite objects in the half darkness. I inspected them. "Some big bootlegger? it was Gatsby's . It's all over now. "Mrs. Eberhardt. ", "Don't look at me," Daisy retorted. Have you read 'The Rise of the Coloured Empires' by this man Goddard?". "Nothing happened," he said wanly. "Is this absolutely where you live, my dearest one?". When he came outside again a little after seven he was reminded of the conversation because he heard Mrs. Wilson's voice, loud and scolding, downstairs in the garage. "I never loved him," she said, with perceptible reluctance. The 143 Most Important Quotes in The Great Gatsby, Analyzed In the music room Gatsby turned on a solitary lamp beside the piano. ", "I was able to do the commissioner a favor once, and he sends me a Christmas card every year.". Besides, Nick's going to look after her, aren't you, Nick? About five o'clock our procession of three cars reached the cemetery and stopped in a thick drizzle beside the gate--first a motor hearse, horribly black and wet, then Mr. Gatz and the minister and I in the limousine, and, a little later, four or five servants and the postman from West Egg in Gatsby's station wagon, all wet to the skin. His children sold his house with the black wreath still on the door. ", "What do you want money for, all of a sudden? "There's some bad trouble here," said Tom excitedly. . "I found out what your 'drug stores' were." . "I've got my hands full," I said. "You wouldn't have to do any business with Wolfshiem." in a miserable way. The Great Gatsby Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald He lit Daisy's cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far across the room where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall. The modesty of the demand shook me. Something made him turn away from the window and look back into the room. ", "He wants her to see his house," she explained. Though I was curious to see her I had no desire to meet her--but I did. . the Schultzes'?" I was sure that they were selling something: bonds or insurance or automobiles. A souvenir of Oxford days. They were gone, without a word, snapped out, made accidental, isolated, like ghosts even from our pity. The arrangement lasted five years during which the boat went three times around the continent. It might have lasted indefinitely except for the fact that Ella Kaye came on board one night in Boston and a week later Dan Cody inhospitably died. I took him into the drawing-room, where his son lay, and left him there. "Now he's dead," I said after a moment. Gatsby's notoriety, spread about by the hundreds who had accepted his hospitality and so become authorities on his past, had increased all summer until he fell just short of being news. Is it . Under the name of Mrs. Sigourney Howard. "Nope." . he explained. I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred houses, at once conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging sky and a lustreless moon. Instinct made him step on the accelerator with the double purpose of overtaking Daisy and leaving Wilson behind, and we sped along toward Astoria at fifty miles an hour, until, among the spidery girders of the elevated, we came in sight of the easygoing blue coup. The man peered doubtfully into the basket, plunged in his hand and drew one up, wriggling, by the back of the neck. Review F. Scott Fitzgerald's most famous novel with eNotes' The Great Gatsby Overview Quiz. And I'd try to get hold of all the back hair. ", "No thanks. It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road. We saw the three or four automobiles and the crowd when we were still some distance away. He had shown it so often that I think it was more real to him now than the house itself. "I know you didn't mean to but you did do it. And underneath: Rise from bed . He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. ", "Oh, and do you remember--" she added, "----a conversation we had once about driving a car? "She's never loved you. His voice was solemn as if the memory of that sudden extinction of a clan still haunted him. Good night, Mr. Carraway. "Don't you, Ewing, old sport? He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse. A thrill passed over all of us. "Why,--how could I love him--possibly?". Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock. His eyes leaked continuously with excitement and when I took the bag and umbrella from his hands he began to pull so incessantly at his sparse grey beard that I had difficulty in getting off his coat. "To be continued," she said, tossing the magazine on the table, "in our very next issue.". "Please come here.". ", "Well, we're almost the last tonight," said one of the men sheepishly. But he didn't despise himself and it didn't turn out as he had imagined. --and we've produced all the things that go to make civilization--oh, science and art and all that. But when I asked her she laughed immoderately, repeated my question aloud and told me she lived with a girl friend at a hotel. A momentary hush; the orchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her and there is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda Gray's understudy from the "Follies." ", "Certainly. "My dear," she cried, "I'm going to give you this dress as soon as I'm through with it. . It was Mr. Klipspringer, the "boarder." said Miss Baker, honestly surprised. "Well, I'm going to tell you something about my life," he interrupted. . It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end. "I'd be a God Damned fool to live anywhere else.". He threw dust into your eyes just like he did in Daisy's but he was a tough one. He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Jordan Baker instinctively avoided clever shrewd men and now I saw that this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence from a code would be thought impossible. "There's sport for you," said Tom, nodding. We got up, and she explained that we were going to find the host--I had never met him, she said, and it was making me uneasy. "Of course, of course! There was Gatsby, looking a little, not much, younger--with a cricket bat in his hand. A lot of these newly rich people are just big bootleggers, you know.". You'll also receive an email with the link. (one code per order). Preceded by what Nick describes as "an absurd, charming little laugh," Daisy's affected but playful stutter suggests that she is a constant performer in social . Clarence Endive was from East Egg, as I remember. There's something very sensuous about it--overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.". he heard her cry. A few days later he took him to Duluth and bought him a blue coat, six pair of white duck trousers and a yachting cap. One afternoon late in October I saw Tom Buchanan. The narrator is Nick, who lives across the lawn from Gatsby and becomes friends with him. She had a debut after the Armistice, and in February she was presumably engaged to a man from New Orleans. He raised his hand to stop my words, looked at me with unforgettable reproach and opening the door cautiously went back into the other room. His gorgeous pink rag of a suit made a bright spot of color against the white steps and I thought of the night when I first came to his ancestral home three months before. So he was aware of the bizarre accusations that flavored conversation in his halls. "Right you are," agreed the policeman, tipping his cap. I wish you'd tell anybody who'd be interested. They're all brothers and sisters. Michaelis and several other men were with him--first four or five men, later two or three men. You can view our. A maid began opening the upper windows of his house, appeared momentarily in each, and, leaning from a large central bay, spat meditatively into the garden. Lemme show you. Nick goes to see him and discovers that Gatsby ended the parties because he didn't need them anymore to get Daisy's attention. "That's why I want to get away. There was the smile again, but this time I held out against it. ", It was dark now, and as we dipped under a little bridge I put my arm around Jordan's golden shoulder and drew her toward me and asked her to dinner. He was so hard up he had to keep on wearing his uniform because he couldn't buy some regular clothes. "You'd better come home and get some sleep. "Imagine marrying anybody in this heat!" He stopped at the garage for a pneumatic mattress that had amused his guests during the summer, and the chauffeur helped him pump it up. ", "What about it?" I picked it up with a weary bend and handed it back to her, holding it at arm's length and by the extreme tip of the corners to indicate that I had no designs upon it--but every one near by, including the woman, suspected me just the same. ", "I like to come," Lucille said. By half past two he was in West Egg where he asked someone the way to Gatsby's house. The day agreed upon was pouring rain. I could see nothing sinister about him. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. "It takes two to make an accident. Tom's voice groped unsuccessfully for the paternal note. She went with a slightly older crowd--when she went with anyone at all. That's where all his money comes from. I'm going to make a list of all the things I've got to get. Just near the shore along the Sound.". Then I was lying half asleep in the cold lower level of the Pennsylvania Station, staring at the morning "Tribune" and waiting for the four o'clock train. "I just got back from Monte Carlo. "I adore it!" I said. Mr. Wolfshiem raised his hand in a sort of benediction. It was time I went back. said Tom. "You can't repeat the past. . . "Shall we take anything to drink?" "My house looks well, doesn't it?" The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.). "You did it, Tom," she said accusingly. I knew his whole family history before he left. I think the home influence will be very good for her.". She goes around looking at people's feet in their own homes. "Women get these notions in their heads----". ", "She has a big dinner party and he won't know a soul there." . Through the hall of the Buchanans' house blew a faint wind, carrying the sound of the telephone bell out to Gatsby and me as we waited at the door. ", "That's a good idea." Making a short deft movement Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his open hand. Most of those reports were a nightmare--grotesque, circumstantial, eager and untrue. His family were enormously wealthy--even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach--but now he'd left Chicago and come east in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance he'd brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. "What do you say? "And your house is right next door.". "Did you notice Daisy's face when that girl asked her to put her under a cold shower?". . I had on a new plaid skirt also that blew a little in the wind and whenever this happened the red, white and blue banners in front of all the houses stretched out stiff and said tut-tut-tut-tut in a disapproving way. She got up slowly, raising her eyebrows at me in astonishment, and followed the butler toward the house. At this moment a voice, unmistakably Wolfshiem's called "Stella!" Didn't you get married in a church? Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. "I beg your pardon," said Mr. McKee with dignity, "I didn't know I was touching it. . It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. I had nothing to do in the hall so I went into the room. The Great Gatsby: Primary Sources from the Roaring Twenties | Classroom "It's more of an airedale." High in a white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl. . . For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes. "You're very polite but I belong to another generation," he announced solemnly. "That girl hadn't been invited. He had seen me several times and had intended to call on me long before but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it--signed Jay Gatsby in a majestic hand. He drew me into his office, remarking in a reverent voice that it was a sad time for all of us, and offered me a cigar. "From Louisville. "It's a swell suite," whispered Jordan respectfully and every one laughed. The morning of the funeral I went up to New York to see Meyer Wolfshiem; I couldn't seem to reach him any other way. They were never quite the same ones in physical person but they were so identical one with another that it inevitably seemed they had been there before. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end. He flipped a switch. Then there were bloody towels upon the bathroom floor, and women's voices scolding, and high over the confusion a long broken wail of pain. At any rate Cody asked him a few questions (one of them elicited the brand new name) and found that he was quick, and extravagantly ambitious. He was very glad to pick up some money, old sport. Jordan? The airedale--undoubtedly there was an airedale concerned in it somewhere though its feet were startlingly white--changed hands and settled down into Mrs. Wilson's lap, where she fondled the weather-proof coat with rapture. ", "See!" The Great Gatsby is set in the jazz age, the 1920's. It tells the fictional story of an enigmatic and lonely millionaire named Jay Gatsby, who has been in love with the same woman for years and tries to win her back. We talked for a moment about some wet, grey little villages in France. They are not perfect ovals--like the egg in the Columbus story they are both crushed flat at the contact end--but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. . "Open the whiskey, Tom," she ordered. . But all the rest of that's a God Damned lie. He left feeling that if he had searched harder he might have found her--that he was leaving her behind. The chauffeur--he was one of Wolfshiem's protgs--heard the shots--afterward he could only say that he hadn't thought anything much about them. Her eyes fell on Jordan and me with a sort of appeal, as though she realized at last what she was doing--and as though she had never, all along, intended doing anything at all. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. asked the policeman keenly. . A rope stretched across the main gate and a policeman by it kept out the curious, but little boys soon discovered that they could enter through my yard and there were always a few of them clustered open-mouthed about the pool. I'd seen it. Suddenly she threw the cigarette and the burning match on the carpet. As we got out of the car he glanced at me and frowned slightly. Baseball and sports . When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness or forgot them and moved away. And the Ismays and the Chrysties (or rather Hubert Auerbach and Mr. Chrystie's wife) and Edgar Beaver, whose hair they say turned cotton-white one winter afternoon for no good reason at all. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. She was hurrying off as she talked--her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door. As a matter of fact he had no such facilities--he had no comfortable family standing behind him and he was liable at the whim of an impersonal government to be blown anywhere about the world. Chapter 9. "Not that day I carried you down from the Punch Bowl to keep your shoes dry?" I exclaimed. "There's another little thing," he said uncertainly, and hesitated. What d'you know about that, hey? I hardly know where I am when I hear about a thing like this and am completely knocked down and out. 'I want to see her right next door. "Like hell he is! There was nothing in it but a small expensive dog leash made of leather and braided silver. I found the humidor on an unfamiliar table with two stale dry cigarettes inside. Two o'clock and the whole corner of the peninsula was blazing with light which fell unreal on the shrubbery and made thin elongating glints upon the roadside wires. "It's really his wife that's keeping them apart. Great Gatsby Word Search Topics "Look at that," she whispered, and then after a moment: "I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.". When I came opposite her house that morning her white roadster was beside the curb, and she was sitting in it with a lieutenant I had never seen before. The sister Catherine sat down beside me on the couch. 7.00-9.00 ", No wasting time at Shafters or [a name, indecipherable], Read one improving book or magazine per week, "I come across this book by accident," said the old man. ", "But I wasn't even trying," he explained indignantly, "I wasn't even trying. "They can't get him, old sport. I turned toward Mr. Gatsby, but he was no longer there. Gravely the men turn in at a house--the wrong house. Watch The Great Gatsby: Is This All From Your Imagination?
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