. . . One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street
when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees
and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They stopped here and turned
toward each other. No
In the music-room Gatsby turned on a solitary lamp beside the piano. He lit
Daisys cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far
across the room, where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced
in from the hall.
creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather
that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will
store up in his ghostly heart.
As I watched him he adjusted himself a little, visibly.
brought him food and bed. His brown, hardening body lived naturally through
the half-fierce, half-lazy work of the bracing days. He knew women early, and
since they spoiled him he became contemptuous of them, of young virgins
because they were ignorant, o
It was a random shot, and yet the reporters instinct was right. Gatsbys notoriety,
spread about by the hundreds who had accepted his hospitality and so become
authorities on his past, had increased all summer until he fell just short of being
sent him to sea in a yacht, were common knowledge to the turgid sub-journalism
of 1902. He had been coasting along all too hospitable shores for five years when
he turned up as James Gatzs destiny at Little Girls Point.
To the young Gatz, resting on his o
He was profoundly affected by the fact that Tom was there. But he would be
uneasy anyhow until he had given them something, realizing in a vague way that
that was all they came for. Mr. Sloane wanted nothing. A lemonade? No, thanks.
A little champagne? No
And it was from Cody that he inherited money a legacy of twenty-five thousand
dollars. He didnt get it. He never understood the legal device that was used
against him, but what remained of the millions went intact to Ella Kaye. He was
left with his singul
Well all come over to your next party, Mr. Gatsby, she suggested. What do you
Certainly; Id be delighted to have you.
Be ver nice, said Mr. Sloane, without gratitude. Well think ought to be
Please dont hurry, Gatsby urged them. He had
She has a big dinner party and he wont know a soul there. He frowned. I
wonder where in the devil he met Daisy. By God, I may be old-fashioned in my
ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. They meet all kinds
of crazy fish.
Well, I liked him anyhow.
Id a little rather not be the polo player, said Tom pleasantly, Id rather look at
all these famous people in in oblivion.
Daisy and Gatsby danced. I remember being surprised by his graceful,
conservative fox-trot I had never seen
Lots of people come who havent been invited, she said suddenly. That girl
hadnt been invited. They simply force their way in and hes too polite to object.
Id like to know who he is and what he does, insisted Tom. And I think Ill
make a point of finding ou
Oh, shes all right now. When shes had five or six cocktails she always starts
screaming like that. I tell her she ought to leave it alone.
I do leave it alone, affirmed the accused hollowly.
We heard you yelling, so I said to Doc Civet here: Theres somebo
The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
It was when curiosity about Gatsby was at its highest that the lights in his house
failed to go on one Saturday night and, as obscurely as it had begun, his career
as Trimalchio was over. Only gradually d
Ive heard of making a garage out of a stable, Tom was saying to Gatsby, but
Im the first man who ever made a stable out of a garage.
Who wants to go to town? demanded Daisy insistently. Gatsbys eyes floated
toward her. Ah, she cried, you look so cool.
Lets have some gas! cried Tom roughly. What do you think we stopped for
to admire the view?
Im sick, said Wilson without moving. Been sick all day.
Whats the matter?
Im all run down.
Well, shall I help myself? Tom demanded. You sounded well enough on the
There was a moment of silence. The telephone book slipped from its nail and
splashed to the floor, whereupon Jordan whispered, Excuse me. but this time
no one laughed.
Ill pick it up, I offered.
Ive got it. Gatsby examined the parted string, muttered Hum!
If it wasnt for the mist we could see your home across the bay, said Gatsby.
You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.
Daisy put her arm through his abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what he had
just said. Possibly it h
Yes. . . . well, I cant talk now. . . . I cant talk now, old sport. . . . I said a small
town. . . . he must know what a small town is. . . . well, hes no use to us if Detroit
is his idea of a small town. . . .
He rang off.
Come here quick! cried Daisy at
I agreed that it was splendid.
Yes. His eyes went over it, every arched door and square tower. It took me just
three years to earn the money that bought it.
I thought you inherited your money.
I did, old sport, he said automatically, but I lost most of it
Hot! said the conductor to familiar faces. Some weather! hot! hot! hot! Is it hot
enough for you? Is it hot? Is it . . . ?
My commutation ticket came back to me with a dark stain from his hand. That
any one should care in this heat whose flushed lips he k
The bles-sed pre-cious! Did mother get powder on your old yellowy hair? Stand
up now, and say How-de-do.
Gatsby and I in turn leaned down and took the small, reluctant hand. Afterward
he kept looking at the child with surprise. I dont think he had ever re
We were silent. The voice in the hall rose high with annoyance: Very well, then, I
wont sell you the car at all. . . . Im under no obligations to you at all . . . and as
for your bothering me about it at lunch time, I wont stand that at all!
I read somewhere that the suns getting hotter every year, said Tom genially. It
seems that pretty soon the earths going to fall into the sun or wait a minute
its just the opposite the suns getting colder every year.
Come outside, he suggested to Gatsby,
I wanted somebody who wouldnt gossip. Daisy comes over quite often in the
So the whole caravansary had fallen in like a card house at the disapproval in her
Theyre some people Wolfsheim wanted to do something for. Theyre all brothers
They went up-stairs to get ready while we three men stood there shuffling the hot
pebbles with our feet. A silver curve of the moon hovered already in the western
sky. Gatsby started to speak, changed his mind, but not before Tom wheeled and
faced him exp
He paused. The immediate contingency overtook him, pulled him back from the
edge of the theoretical abyss.
Ive made a small investigation of this fellow, he continued. I could have gone
deeper if Id known
Do you mean youve been to a medium? inquired Jord
Well, you take my coupe and let me drive your car to town.
The suggestion was distasteful to Gatsby.
I dont think theres much gas, he objected.
Plenty of gas, said Tom boisterously. He looked at the gauge. And if it runs out
I can stop at a drug-stor
I just got wised up to something funny the last two days, remarked Wilson.
Thats why I want to get away. Thats why I been bothering you about the car.
What do I owe you?
The relentless beating heat was beginning to confuse me and I had a ba
that her eyes, wide with jealous terror, were fixed not on Tom, but on Jordan
Baker, whom she took to be his wife.
There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind, and as we drove away
Tom was feeling the hot whips of panic. His wife and his mis