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June 20th, 2010 at 6:06 am
"Frankly my dear I don’t give a d_mn."
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June 20th, 2010 at 6:51 am
"I told that boy about the ice." Myrtle raised her … eyebrows in despair at the shiftlessness of the lower orders. "These people! You have to keep after them all the time."
She looked at me and laughed pointlessly… (2.69-70)
Thought: Myrtle tries to fake being a part of upper class by dissing on the lower classes. Clearly that’s what she thinks that all rich people do. It’s ironic, since she herself is technically in the lower class.
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. (3.1)
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Thought: This is just a little glimpse into the extravagant lifestyle of Mr. Jay Gatsby. Pretty crazy, huh?
I had been actually invited. A chauffeur in a uniform … of robin’s-egg blue crossed my lawn early that Saturday morning with a surprisingly formal note from his employer: the honor would be entirely Gatsby’s, it said, if I would attend his "little party" that night. He had seen me several times, and had intended to call me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it—signed Jay Gatsby, in a majestic hand. (3.8)
Thought: We learn here that most of Gatsby’s guests are just random people taking advantage of his immense wealth and open door. The invitation he sends to Nick is slightly over the top – a bit like Myrtle’s imitation of upper-class women in the previous chapter. It’s our first big hint that Gatsby might be somewhat new to his wealthy lifestyle.
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