Gatsby
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- “‘Hello!’ I roared… across the garden. ‘I thought you might be here,’ she responded… ‘I remembered you lived next door to ——’ She held my hand impersonally, as a promise that she’d take care of me in a minute, and gave ear to two girls in twin yellow dresses, who stopped at the foot of the steps. ‘Hello!’ they cried together. ‘Sorry you didn’t win.’ That was for the golf tournament…‘You don’t know who we are,’...‘but we met you here about a month ago.’... ‘Do you come to these parties often?’ inquired Jordan of the girl beside her. ‘The last one was the one I met you at,’ answered the girl…She turned to her companion: ‘Wasn’t it for you, Lucille?’ It was for Lucille, too. ‘I like to come,’ Lucille said. ‘I never care what I do, so I always have a good time. When I was here last I tore my gown on a chair, and he asked me my name and address — inside of a week I got a package from Croirier’s with a new evening gown in it.’ ‘Did you keep it?’ asked Jordan. ‘Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two hundred and sixty-five dollars.’ ‘There’s something funny about a fellow that’ll do a thing like that,’ said the other girl eagerly.‘He doesn’t want any trouble with ANYbody.’ ‘Who doesn’t?’ I inquired. ‘Gatsby…” ( Scott-Fitzgerald 34-35).
- “There was dancing now on the canvas in the garden; old men pushing young girls backward in eternal graceless circles, superior couples holding each other tortuously, fashionably, and keeping in the corners — and a great number of single girls dancing individualistically or relieving the orchestra for a moment of the burden of the banjo or the traps. By midnight the hilarity had increased..because just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone… looking from one group to another with approving eyes. His tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day. I could see nothing sinister about him. I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased. When the JAZZ HISTORY OF THE WORLD was over, girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups, knowing that some one would arrest their falls — but no one swooned backward on Gatsby, and no French bob touched Gatsby’s Shoulder…” (Scott-Fitzgerald 37-38).
- “However, as they had left their cars blocking the road, a harsh, discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time, and added to the already violent confusion of the scene. A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleasant, puzzled Way. ‘See!’ he explained. ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him, and I recognized first the unusual quality of wonder, and then the man — it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library. ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders. ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said decisively. ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter. ‘I know very little about driving — next to nothing. It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’An awed hush fell upon the bystanders.’Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal. ‘I wasn’t driving. There’s another man in the car.’ (Scott-Fitzgerald 43-44).
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