Shortly after moving to West Egg, New York, in the summer of 1922, Nick Carroway visits his wealthy cousin, Daisy Buchanan.
Nick joins Tom, Daisy's husband, for a night on the town, and discovers that he is having an affair with a woman named Myrtle Wilson.
Nick meets his neighbor, the mysterious Jay Gatsby, and learns that he is in love with Daisy. With Nick's help, Gatsby and Daisy reunite.
"Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans " (Fitzgerald, 1925, p. 5).
Gatsby confronts Tom about his relationship with Daisy. Gatsby wants Daisy to admit she has never loved Tom, but she is unable to do so.
"Then I heard footsteps on the stairs, and in a moment the thickish figure of a woman blocked out the light from the office door. . . . Her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crepe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty . . ." (Fitzgerald, 1925, p. 25).
On their way back to East Egg, Daisy kills Myrtle in a hit-and-run accident. Gatsby agrees to take responsibility in order to protect Daisy.
"He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly. 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" (Fitzgerald, 1925, p. 48).
Seeking revenge for his wife's death, Mr. Wilson kills Gatsby. Nick is heartbroken, while Daisy moves away as if nothing has happened.
"'Oh, you want too much!' she cried to Gatsby. 'I love you now--isn't that enough? I can't help what's past.' She began to sob helplessly. 'I did love him once--but I loved you too'" (Fitzgerald, 1925, p. 132).
"A new point occurred to me. Suppose Tom found out that Daisy had been driving. He might think he saw a connection in it--he might think anything" (Fitzgerald, 1925, p. 144).
"With little ripples that were hardly the shadows of waves, the laden mattress moved irregularly down the pool. . . . The touch of a cluster of leaves revolved it slowly, tracing, like the leg of transit, a thin red circle in the water" (Fitzgerald, 1925, p. 162).