"There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and he champagne and the stars." (Chapter 3)
. Daisy reunites with Gatsby
I'm awfully glad to se you.
I'm afraid.... I'm not a very good host.... I'm Jay Gatsby.
I have yet to meet this Jay Gatsby...
“We haven’t met for many years,” said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. “Five years next November.” The automatic quality of Gatsby’s answer set us all back at least another minute.