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Of course, the young lieutenant from Camp Taylor still had his soul, and by 1922, Jay Gatsby of West Egg had no such thing.
Aunt Justine once gave me some advice when I was newly come to New York. If I was going to be passing anything more than time in public with a man, I should always find out what happened when he heard no, whether it was from me, a taxi driver, a waiter, or his employer.
Good advice
Sometimes, the only excuse for doing something stupid is knowing that you are doing it and being willing to accept the consequences.
You jump I jump, Jack
The night before her wedding, Daisy taught me that after the world ended, you still had to get up in the morning, and the things that you ruined would still be there, needing to be fixed.
He let me get the last word, which was good because I was likely going to fight for it.
The talk wound back and forth like a dazed mouse caught in a box trap; if I had to hear Tom talk about turning a garage into a stable one more time, I might save Gatsby the trouble and simply stab him myself.
