In the spring of 1922, Nick Carraway moved from the Midwest to New York to make a living in bonds and stock business. Nick originates from a wealthy vendor family, yet he's less successful than his new neighbors in West Egg, Long Island. He moves into an overview cabin, the only $80 monthly rental, amidst extreme manors. The West Egg residents have acquired their cash and fortunes very recently, and therefore, they have no social respect or connections. On the other hand, Nick has many connections in the East Egg, and has completed his education from Yale.
One night, Nick rolls over to East Egg to have dinner with his cousin Daisy and her better half Tom Buchanan. Nick is welcomed by Tom, who influences a powerful presence. Inside, Daisy and her friend Jordan Baker are seated comfortably on a couch. The two ladies appear to be exhausted and bored, the abundance of money is unable to impress them. Over supper, Tom discusses a book, The Rise of the Colored Empires.
At the point when Tom leaves to accept a call, Daisy follows him. Jordan discloses to Nick that Tom has a secret lover in New York City. After this incident, the evening gathering scatters. Jordan needs to rest since she has a golf competition the following day. Back home in the West Egg, Nick sees his neighbor unexpectedly: Mr. Gatsby is standing on his lawn, gazing at a bizarre green light towards the end of the dock.
Tom Buchanan takes Nick to visit a close-by garage, which belongs to George B. Wilson. Apparently, Tom has come to arrange a meeting with George’s wife, Myrtle Wilson. Indeed, she is Tom's lover. They convince Nick to come with them and spend the evening at their mystery loft, eventually getting drunk on bourbon alongside different visitors, including the picture taker Mr. McKee and his significant other.
While talking with Myrtle Wilson's sister, Nick hears one of the numerous bits of gossip about his neighbor, Gatsby. He's supposed to be Emperor Wilhelm's nephew and because of this, is remarkably rich. As opposed to his custom, Nick drinks excessively. The gathering reaches a sudden conclusion when Myrtle specifies Daisy, Tom's significant other. Infuriated, he hits Myrtle with a benevolent blow, breaking her nose.
Lesson 3. Fabulous Garden Parties.
At the end
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- “Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a 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.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow, she went on . . . Everybody thinks so—the most advanced people. And I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything . . . Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.’”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,” I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. “Can’t you talk about crops or something?”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “That’s my Middle West . . . the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark. . . . I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all—Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “It takes two to make an accident.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “They’re such beautiful shirts,” she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. “It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such—such beautiful shirts before.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
In the summary of The Great Gatsby book, there are 8 key lessons. These lessons include: