| Great Gatsby Chapter 8 page 157 |
| when they met again two days
later it was Gatsby who was breathless, who was somehow betrayed. Her
porch was bright with the bought luxury
of star-shine; the wicker of the
settee squeaked fashionably as she turned toward him and he kissed her
curious and lovely mouth. She had caught a cold and it made her voice
huskier and more charming than ever and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware
of the youth and the mystery that wealth
imprisons
and preserves, of the
freshness of many clothes and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and
proud above the hot struggles of the poor.
"I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find our I loved her, old sport. I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but she didn't, because she was in love with me too. she thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her.... Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time what I was going to do?" |
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