You have to keep after them all the time.". . 'Let the bastards come in here if they want you, Rosy, but don't you, so help me, move outside this room. Have a cigarette or a cigar." The last line of The Great Gatsby is often referred to as the main character's constant desire to reclaim the past. "Then came the war, old sport. . The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby. "He must have been mad.". ", "I'd like to know who he is and what he does," insisted Tom. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. She tried to tell me about it but I knew it was something funny. He looked at me keenly, realizing that Jordan and I must have known all along. . ", "Well, I married him," said Myrtle, ambiguously. My own house was an eye-sore, but it was a small eye-sore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires--all for eighty dollars a month. By six o'clock Michaelis was worn out and grateful for the sound of a car stopping outside. 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. ", "Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry," he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. "It's a bona fide piece of printed matter. He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray. We all looked in silence at Mrs. Wilson who removed a strand of hair from over her eyes and looked back at us with a brilliant smile. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discontented face. I'm under no obligations to you at all. One of the three shops it contained was for rent and another was an all-night restaurant approached by a trail of ashes; the third was a garage--Repairs. He was calling up at Daisy's request--would I come to lunch at her house tomorrow? But they didn't. "Then he killed her," said Wilson. What I called up about is----", "Wait a minute," I interrupted. She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: "I looked outdoors for a minute and it's very romantic outdoors. . Then she wet her lips and without turning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice: "Get some chairs, why don't you, so somebody can sit down.". ", "Don't look at me," Daisy retorted. "Daisy's home," he said. But conceivably Wilson had heard some of these same explanations before, from Myrtle, because he began saying "Oh, my God!" My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. "I want to speak to Daisy alone," he insisted. ", "Look here, this is a book he had when he was a boy. Why,--there're things between Daisy and me that you'll never know, things that neither of us can ever forget.". Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. Then I went out of the room and down the marble steps into the rain, leaving them there together. "Come along with me for a minute," I said. There was the smile again, but this time I held out against it. You see they're tennis shoes and I'm sort of helpless without them. It was time I went back. By the next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever. What would happen now in the dim incalculable hours? I took him into the pantry where he looked a little reproachfully at the Finn. As the waiter brought my change I caught sight of Tom Buchanan across the crowded room. How the devil did it happen?". "Old sport, the dance is unimportant.". And when the Tuolomee left for the West Indies and the Barbary Coast Gatsby left too. Gatsby hesitated, then added coolly: "He's the man who fixed the World's Series back in 1919.". And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. ", Wilson shook his head. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. ", "All night if necessary. "The rumor is," whispered Jordan, "that that's Tom's girl on the telephone. You can't stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriage. Again a sort of apology arose to my lips. See you anon. "And that's the difference between your case and mine. Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom's, and she laughed with thrilling scorn. Her expression was curiously familiar--it was an expression I had often seen on women's faces but on Myrtle Wilson's face it seemed purposeless and inexplicable until I realized that her eyes, wide with jealous terror, were fixed not on Tom, but on Jordan Baker, whom she took to be his wife. He went to her house, at first with other officers from Camp Taylor, then alone. It was when I asked you--do you remember?--if you knew Gatsby in West Egg. "It seems that pretty soon the earth's going to fall into the sun--or wait a minute--it's just the opposite--the sun's getting colder every year. A writer and wall street trader, Nick, finds himself drawn to the past and lifestyle of his millionaire neighbor, Jay Gatsby. But she and Tom had gone away early that afternoon, and taken baggage with them. She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that everything was very very sad--she was not only singing, she was weeping too. I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I inquired. This absorbing information about my neighbor was interrupted by Mrs. McKee's pointing suddenly at Catherine: "Chester, I think you could do something with her," she broke out, but Mr. McKee only nodded in a bored way and turned his attention to Tom. ", "Certainly. Great Gatsby Word Search Puzzles Browse and print Great Gatsby word searches below. ", "I want to know what Mr. Gatsby has to tell me. When she moved about there was an incessant clicking as innumerable pottery bracelets jingled up and down upon her arms. "Sorry you didn't win.". "I just got back from Monte Carlo. he asked helplessly. ", "Anything I hate is to get my head stuck in a pool," mumbled Miss Baedeker. He dismissed all the dances he had given with a snap of his fingers. and he added hollowly, ". He was his wife's man and not his own. "Look here--this isn't Mr. Gatsby. I was brought up in America but educated at Oxford because all my ancestors have been educated there for many years. Aware of the loud beating of my own heart I pulled the door to against the increasing rain. "I'm glad, Jay." IMDb is the world's most popular and authoritative source for movie, TV and celebrity content. he heard her cry. An hour later the front door opened nervously, and Gatsby in a white flannel suit, silver shirt and gold-colored tie hurried in. But no one knows the woman's name, and no one cares. I never saw this great-uncle but I'm supposed to look like him--with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father's office. 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. "Miss Baker?" He put his hands in his coat pockets and turned back eagerly to his scrutiny of the house, as though my presence marred the sacredness of the vigil. He was walking ahead of me along Fifth Avenue in his alert, aggressive way, his hands out a little from his body as if to fight off interference, his head moving sharply here and there, adapting itself to his restless eyes. About three o'clock the quality of Wilson's incoherent muttering changed--he grew quieter and began to talk about the yellow car. He's quite a character around New York--a denizen of Broadway. He turned to us and spoke rapidly. His house had never seemed so enormous to me as it did that night when we hunted through the great rooms for cigarettes. She narrowed her eyes and shivered.
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