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The Tense Twenties
Updated: 5/20/2020
The Tense Twenties
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  • "It was when curiosity about Gatsby was at its highest that the lights in the house failed to go on one Saturday night . . . only gradually did I become aware that the automobiles which turned expectantly into his drive stayed for just a minute and then drove sulkily away; . . . an unfamiliar butler with a villainous face squinted at me suspiciously from the door . . . Gatsby had dismissed every servant in his house a week ago and replaced them with half a dozen others, who never went into West Egg Village to be bribed by the tradesmen . . ."
  • "Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space . . . she had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw. He was astounded. His mouth opened a little and he looked at Gatsby and then back at Daisy as if he had just recognized her as some one he knew a long time ago."
  • "In one of the windows over the garage the curtains had been moved aside a little and Myrtle Wilson was peering down at the car . . . 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."
  • "His wife and his mistress, until an hour ago secure and inviolate, were slipping precipitately from his control. "
  • "You must be crazy!" exclaimed Tom automatically. Gatsby sprang to his feet, vivid with excitement. "She never loved you, do you hear?" he cried. "She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!"
  • "The 'death car' as the newspapers called it, didn't stop; it came out of the gathering darkness, wavered tragically for a moment and then disappeared around the next bend. Michaelis wasn't even sure of its color - he told the first policeman that it was light green. The other car, the one going toward New York, came to rest a hundred yards beyond, and its driver hurried back to where Myrtle Wilson, her life violently extinguished, knelt in the road and mingled her thick, dark blood with the dust."
  • "I hadn't gone twenty yards when I heard my name and Gatsby stepped from between two bushes into the path" . . . "Did you see any trouble on the road?" he asked after a minute. "Yes." He hesitated. "Was she killed?" "Yes." "I thought so; I told Daisy I thought so."
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