"I live at West Egg, the-well, the less fashoinable of the two, though this is a moost superficial tag to express the bizzare and not a little sinister contrast between them" (4)
My own house was an eye-sore, but it was a small eye-sore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires—all for eighty dol- lars a month. (4)
I went over to his lawn a little after seven and wandered around rather ill-at-ease among swirls and eddies of people I didn’t know—though here and there was a face I had noticed on the commut- ing train. I was immediately struck by the number of young Englishmen dotted about; all well dressed, all looking a lit- tle hungry and all talking in low earnest voices to solid and prosperous Americans. I was sure that they were selling something: bonds or insurance or automobiles. They were, at least, agonizingly aware of the easy money in the vicin- ity and convinced that it was theirs for a few words in the right key. (31)
The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard - it was a factual imitation some Hotel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion. Or, rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name.
"I live at West Egg, the-well, the less fashoinable of the two, though this is a moost superficial tag to express the bizzare and not a little sinister contrast between them" (4)
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ReplyDelete"Really? I was down thereat a party about a month ago. At a man named Gatsby's. Do you know him?"
"I live next door to him"
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DeleteMy own house was an eye-sore, but it was a small eye-sore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires—all for eighty dol- lars a month. (4)
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The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard - it was a factual imitation some Hotel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion. Or, rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name.
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