I’m inclined…
to reserve all judgements
it was an….
extraordinary gift for hope
it is what prayed on Gatsby…
what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams
when I came back from the east…
last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever
only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book….
was exempt from my reaction - Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn
I lived at West Egg the - well the less fashionable of the two
though this is a most superficial tage to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between the two of them
a colossal..
affair by any standard
factual imitation…
of some Hotel de Ville
the white palaces…
of fashionable west egg glittered along the water
I felt that Tom would drift…
on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of come irreciveravle football game
a cheerful red and white…
colonial mansion [..] the lawn started on the beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile , jumping….
it was a body..
capable of enormous leverage - a cruel body
her face was sad and lovely…
with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth
I always watch for the longest day…
day of the year and then miss it
what’ll we plan? she turned to me helplessly
what do people plan?
I’m glad its a girl…
and I hope she’ll be a fool - that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world a beautiful little fool
I was confused…
and a little disgusted as I drove away
He stretched out his arms towards the dark water in a curious way…
and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling
I [..] distinguished nothing except a single…
green light minute and far away that might have been the end of a dock
