”I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward — and distinguished nothing except a single green light.”
Daisy... Maybe she’ll come to my party? Oh, Daisy... Daisy...
The Thing with Feathers Flies Away
“I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.”
What if Daisy doesn’t call?... OH what does it matter anyway?