The Great Gatsby

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

‘I’m glad it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’

“Anyhow, he gives large parties,” said Jordan, changing the subject with an urban distaste for the concrete. “And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

She was incurably dishonest. She wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this unwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool,

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—I

Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

“You sit here and discuss your sports and your young ladies and your—” He supplied an imaginary noun with another wave of his hand. “As for me, I am fifty years old, and I won’t impose myself on you any longer.”

“Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy would be just across the bay.”

“They’re such beautiful shirts,” she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. “It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such—such beautiful shirts before.”

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“If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay,” said Gatsby. “You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.”

“I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”

I remained watchfully in the garden. “In case there’s a fire or a flood,” she explained, “or any act of God.”

“Go ahead,” answered Daisy genially, “and if you want to take down any addresses here’s my little gold pencil.”…

But what had amused me then turned septic on the air now.

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: “I never loved you.”

“You dream, you. You absolute little dream.”

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made…

Probably it was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn’t know that the party was over.

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his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him,

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tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further…