"So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight." (129
"So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight." (129)
”It was a strange coincidence,” I said
“But it wasn’t a coincidence at all.”
[…] “Gatsby bought the house so that
Daisy would be just across the Bay
“(76)
I am justly kill'd with
mine
treachery(5.2.337)
Now, sir, young Fortinsbras, Of
unimproved mettle hot and full, Hath
in the skirts of Norway here and
there Shark’d up a list of lawless
resolute, for food and diet to some
enterprise that hath stomach in’t;
which is no other- As it doth well
appear unto our state- But to recover
of us, by strong hand and terms
compulsatory, those foresaid lands
so by his father lost (107-116)
"The cam the war old sport. It was a great relief,
and i tried very hard to die, but i seemed to bear
an enchanted life."(64)
Greed
Entitlement/Power
Relationships
Deciete/ Lying
"At such a time I'll loose my
daughter to him: Be you and I
behind an arras then; Mark
the encounter:"(2.2.176-178)
"You see," cried Catherine
triumphantly. She lowered her voice
again. "It's really his wife that's
keeping them apart. She's a Catholic,
and they don't believe in divorce."
Daisy was not a Catholic, and I was
a little shocked at the elaborateness
of the lie." (35-36)
"She married. O, most
wicked speed, to post With
such dexterity to
incestuous sheets! It is not
nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I
must hold my tongue."(1.2.161-164)
He nodded sagely. "And what's
more, I love Daisy too. Once in a
while I go off on a spree and make
a fool of myself, but I always
come back, and in my heart I love
her all the time."(125)
“That cannot be; since I am still
possess'd Of those effects for
which I did the murder, My crown,
mine own ambition and my queen.”
(3.3.57-59)
"Taking a white card from his wallet and
waved it infront of the man's eyes"(67)
Revenge
Dissapointment
Inability too act
Self-acctualization
"I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my
mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes
so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with
golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a
foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece
of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in
faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable!
in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a
god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man
delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though by your
smiling you seem to say so."(2.2.319-334)
"The truth was that Jay Gatsby,
of West Egg, Long Island,
sprang from his Platonic
conception of himself. He was a
son of God—a phrase which, if it
means anything, means just
that—and he must be about His
Father’s business, the service of
a vast, vulgar, and meretricious
beauty. So he invented just the
sort of Jay Gatsby that a
seventeen year old boy would be
likely to invent, and to this
conception he was faithful to the
end."(
"Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
And now I'll do't. And so he goes to
heaven; And so am I revenged. That would
be scann'd: A villain kills my father; and for
that, I, his sole son, do this same villain
send To heaven."(3.3.76-82)
"He talked a lot about the past, and I
gathered that he wanted to recover
something, some idea of himself perhaps,
that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had
been confused and disordered since then,
but if he could once return to a certain
starting place and go over it all slowly, he
could find out what that thing was."(106)
"Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled. No
reckoning made, but sent to my account With
all my imperfections on my head. Oh, horrible,
oh, horrible, most horrible! If thou hast nature
in thee, bear it not. Let not the royal bed of
Denmark be A couch for luxury and damnèd
incest. But howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught. Leave her to
heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom
lodge To prick and sting her."(84-95)
“Oh, you want too much!”
she cried to Gatsby. “I love
you now — isn’t that
enough? I can’t help what’s
past.” She began to sob
helplessly. “I did love him
once — but I loved you too.” (126)