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The Great Gatsby Quotes 3

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Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face discussing, in impassioned voices, whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to mention Daisy's name.
'Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!' shouted Mrs. Wilson. "I'll say it whenever I want to! Daisy! Dai - '
Making a short deft movement, Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his open hand.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 2, tempers flare at Gatsby's party, fueled by the bootlet booze. Tom, a vicious brute, breaks the nose of the cheap and vulgar Myrtle.

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. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his motor-boats slid the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, on the wealthy Gatsby's home and guests.

The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alive with chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Gatsby's parties are filled with people who instantly forget each other, this speaks to the theme of lonliness and isolation.

I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited - they went there.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3.

As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host, but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way, and denied so vehemently any knowledge of his movements, that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table – the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, it is ironic that Nick expresses his uncomfortableness since he - unlike Gatsby's other guests - has been invited to attend the lavish party at Gatsby's mansion.

'I like to come,' Lucille said. 'I never care what I do, so I always have a good time. When I was here last I tore my gown on a chair, and he asked me my name and address - inside of a week I got a package from Croirier's with a new evening gown in it.'
'Did you keep it?' asked Jordan.
'Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two hundred and sixty-five dollars.'
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Jordan's friend Lucille McKee appears more impressed with the price of the gowl than the gown itself. She is typical of the kind of people who throw money around like it is just paper.

'Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.'
A thrill passed over all of us. The three Mr. Mumbles bent forward and listened eagerly.
'I don't think it's so much THAT,' argued Lucille sceptically; 'it's more that he was a German spy during the war.'
One of the men nodded in confirmation.
'I heard that from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him in Germany,' he assured us positively.
'Oh, no,' said the first girl, 'it couldn't be that, because he was in the American army during the war.' As our credulity switched back to her she leaned forward with enthusiasm. 'You look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody's looking at him. I'll bet he killed a man.'
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Gatsby is a mystery man. No one really knows who he is or how he got his money. He is the subject of endless fascination to the guests at his lavish all-night parties.

'See!' he cried triumphantly. 'It's a bona-fide piece of printed matter. It fooled me. This fella's a regular Belasco. It's a triumph. What thoroughness! What realism! Knew when to stop, too - didn't cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect?'
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Chapter 3, Owl-eyed man in Gatsby's library gives one of first hints that Gatsby is a fraud. He expresses surprise that Gatsby's books are real, not fake, as he had expected.

I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Owl-eyed man.

It's a triumph. What thoroughness! What realism! Knew when to stop, too - didn't cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect?
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3.

He smiled understandingly - much more than understandingly. It was 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, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
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Chapter 3, Nick on Gatsby's character and appearance.

I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Jordan Baker.

I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others – poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner – young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Nick, this passage illustrated the duality of city life: the clamor and the 'constant flicker of men and women', and on the other hand the vast loneliness and the tiny speck that is one's own thought.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.
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Chapter 3, Nick excuses Jordan's shortcomings because of her gender.

It takes two to make an accident.
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Chapter 3, Jordan is talking about car accidents. But tue author is comparing a car accident to a relationship, saying it takes two to make problems in a relationship.

Her (Jordan) gray, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home. I'd been writing letters once a week and signing them: 'Love, Nick,' and all I could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint mustache of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. Nevertheless there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I was free.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Nick describes his relationship with Jordan, whom he thinks he is in love with. At the same time he is telling his 'girl' back home that he loves her.

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.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Despite courting Jordan and writing love letters home, deceiving both girls, Nick claims to be honest.

He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American - that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work or rigid sitting in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games. This quality was continually breaking through his punctilious manner in the shape of restlessness.
He was never quite still; there was always a tapping foot somewhere or the impatient opening and closing of a hand.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 4, Gatsby is impatient and restless, like the rest of America. It seems that no one in the 1920s there could wait patiently to fulfil their dreams.

Filled with faces dead and gone. Filled with friends gone now forever. I can't forget so long as I live the night they shot Rosy Rosenthal there....they shot him three times in the belly and drove away.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 4, Meyer Wolfshiem describes to Nick the memory the Metropole holds, he treasures that horrible memory because it was the last one he had of his dear friend.

I belong to another generation....You sit...and discuss your sports and your young ladies....As for me, I am fifty years old, and I won't impose myself on you any longer.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 4, Meyer Wolfshiem says he doesn't care to impose on Gatsby's chat with Nick about the kind of things young men talk about.

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