The next day came and I was still feeling quite uneasy about the night before. The ground wore it’s fog blanket straight up to it’s chin. Fog so thick that I could barely see Gatsby's house from the window. It didn't help that the lights were off all morning. Around 10:15, I saw Gatsby getting out of a taxi cab. He saw me peek through the window and gave me a wave. He mouthed to me, “it's alright Old Sport.” And, that's the last time I saw Mr. Gatsby for awhile. Months passed and still no signs of Gatsby. Myrtle's death was no longer the talk of the town. Her funeral was held at a church near the garage. I decided to pay my respects and go to the funeral, but few people showed up. To my surprise at all Tom was there, being snarky as ever. I …show more content…
heard him talking to Mr. Wilson. “Wilson you need to get over this. Listen, there are a lot of the girls in the city I could hook you up with.” “Thank you for all the help, Mr.
Buchanan, but I don't think I will find anyone better than my dear sweet Myrtle,” he said while tears flowed. Tom never acknowledged my presence. After paying my respects I left that part of my life behind me. Jordan had come over to my house a couple times after the accident. The last time to say say she was leaving New York. “Why?” I asked. “I was hoping we could continue our relationship.” “There is too much stress here and I can't deal with the many affairs that are going on. Daisy is too much to handle and I can't even begin to mention Tom.” She replied back. I could tell in her eyes that she did not want to leave at all but she knew she had to. “Where would you go?” I asked quietly. “I have many people waiting for me over in California, you know I am quite famous over there. Maybe I will find myself a husband and settle down in a large house living the dream. Kids would be nice too.” There was a twinkle in her eye when she talked about her future. But there was a dullness in my eyes. My heart tore into a million pieces knowing that she would leave soon and not with me. “Well, this is goodbye, Nick, but not for long. We will see each other soon enough.” She kissed my cheek. Her kiss lingered on my cheek as I watched her walk away. My soul departed my
body. As time went on, Daisy was just wasn't herself anymore. I tried to call her house many times but either the butler or Tom would answer. “I'm sorry, Mr. Carraway but it seems that Mrs. Buchanan is out at the moment and won't be back for awhile. You should try later to reach her.” I couldn’t tell if Daisy was still not over the accident or was it Gatsby. I don't think anyone saw her again expect for Jordan and Tom. Before Jordan left she told me that Daisy was going more out of her way to spend time with her child. She would spend most of her days playing games, going to the beach, and shopping with her. I really wished she would come see me more but I knew that she wouldn’t want to come over knowing that Gatsby was right next door. Another month passed and the days begin to get cooler. I still had not seen Gatsby or Daisy. The police closed the case on Myrtle’s death. They deemed her death an accident. Wilson had decided to move west of New York because everything reminded him of Myrtle and he just needed a fresh new start. I saw in the papers that Meyer Wolfsheim had been sent to jail on numerous counts of bootlegging. Apparently a source had given him up and promised that many more men will be named in the future. Wolfsheim’s trail was coming soon and was given a plea deal if he would name other bootleggers. I was reading the paper on my front porch looking out into the water and that when I heard, “how you doing Old Sport?” There he was again. Standing right in front of me. A ghost coming back from the past. “Where have you been… Wha… What are you doing here?” The words stumbled out of my mouth as I jumped out of my chair. “I would try to explain to you but...” he looked down at my newspaper. “ I see that you read the newspaper. I think everything you need to know is in there.” “Yes, Mr. Wolfsheim has been caught. But what does that have to do with you? I asked while restraining my temper. “Look here Old Sport, I have gotten myself into a little bit of trouble and I need your help getting out of it. I have decided to get out of New York and go someplace more… what's the word… less illegal. I want you to come with me. I am going to Minnesota. Didn’t you live there when you were younger?” “Yes,” I fired back no longer able to control my rising temper. “Great Old Sport! Start packing your things and I will bring the car around on Friday.” I cut him off, “I’m not saying I will go with you. Where did you get that idea?” “Why not Old Sport? Don't you love Minnesota? Think about it. A smaller city, fewer people, more chances to get rich!” “Mr. Gatsby, it's very thoughtful that you thought of me for your little crime organization but I kindly decline your offer because I cannot take the risk of going to jail for being a bootlegger.” The more he talked and tired to convince me the more I gave it thought. Business wasn't going well for me the past few months. I kept it hidden that I was about to lose my house since I couldn’t pay my bills. Actually, the more I thought about it did sound like a pretty good deal. The ideas were racing through my brain like the cars on the race track I lost money at. I had seen Gatsby get rich quickly and that would be nice to experience myself. But I wasn't just going to give in right away because I didn't want to leave Daisy all alone with Tom. I always felt like her protector and if I wasn’t here who could she count on. Gatsby had stopped talking as I paced the floor. Finally, I broke the silence. “Fix things with Daisy and then I will go.” “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t seen or spoken to her once since that night. I used to look at that green light across the way as a beacon of hope. But it wasn’t now really, was it? No. It was a constant reminder of my jealousy. Green like money. Green like a go-ahead for her relationship with Tom. Now the light is gone. So is my jealousy. So is she.” “It’s part of my deal,” I whispered as we both started out the window. “Call,” was all he said as he walked out of the room. I called the Buchanans house repeatedly but nobody answered each time. I told Gatsby that he should go home and that we should try tomorrow. He nodded his head and left my house with a wave. A couple of hours passed and I was just brushing my teeth when I heard a car pull into my driveway. I walked to the front door and saw Gatsby in his car. “I can’t wait any longer. Get in.” He looked like he was in a rush and I didn’t want to make him more upset, so I decided to not change out of my pajamas. I got in the car and we rushed over to Daisy's house. I don't think the he cared how fast he was going or how many laws he was breaking. When we skidded into her driveway, he got out of the car and yelled to her window. “Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!..” He continued to shout until she appeared on her balcony. “Jay, you need to be quite or you will wake up my daughter. Why are you here?” she seemed upset to see him. “Come with us Daisy. Get out of this hell and come to heaven with us. I love you and you can't hide from me forever.” “What are you talking about Jay? Are you out of you mind?” He looked at her with the same look that I heard Jordan talk about when describing their relationship. “I have to leave this city. Nick and I are moving to Minnesota and we are going to be rich. I want you to come with us because I can't leave you here knowing that you are unhappy. I love you, Daisy! I know that you love me more than that dirtbag. I can give you the live that you have always wanted. The kids you have always wanted, and enough money to cover all of our wants. Come with me Daisy, I can't live without you.” She smiled with such happiness that I thought she would say yes. Then she suddenly frowned. “I can’t Jay. I have a life here.” She walked back into the house. The shift in mood deflated as quickly as a hot air balloon out of heat. “If you change your mind we leave on Friday afternoon,” he yelled up to the empty space. We got back into the car and had a silent drive home. The next couple of days I began to pack all my things, put my house on the market and quit my job. Friday came and I went over to Gatsby's early in the morning. I walked through his back door and saw his house empty for the first time ever. Gatsby had been in the kitchen watching his servants packing up the last of his things. “Awe, Old Sport are you ready for the best part of your life to come?” He spun around the kitchen in a mock dance. “I’ve never have been more ready in my life,” I sang back to him. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!” We headed for the door, never looking back at any of our past mistakes. Quite frankly I was ready to get out of this city and had been for awhile. I just couldn’t admit it to myself. Gatsby opened the front door and a woman was standing in the middle of the door frame looking out into the yard. She had a suitcase in her hand. She turned around and looked at me and Mr. Gatsby. “Do you have room for one more?” said Daisy. “You’re the one I want to be with. Tom has found another woman. She can have him.” “Maybe that green light really was a go-ahead for me?” he said turning back to me as she fell into his arms.
Gatsby’s wealth did not bring him happiness nor did it bring him Daisy. Gatsby was so devoted to his love for Daisy that when she ran over her husband’s mistress, he took the blame. It was that last act of gallantry that cost him his life. In a mad rage the husband of the woman Daisy ran down killed Gatsby. It was only then that the truth that Gatsby’s new life was superficial came to light. His so called friends were users. His love affair a farce. Instead of staying by his side Daisy returned to her husband. None of the hundreds of people who came to his parties ventured to his funeral. Not even his partner in crime, Meyer Wolfsheim, cared about him in the end. He was no longer of value to any of
In The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald and Daisy Miller by Henry James, most of the characters are under illusions during the majority of the plot. The plots are carried out with the characters living under these illusions, which are mainly overcome by the ends of the stories. The disillusionment of most of the characters completely diminishes the foundation in which the plots were built upon, leading to the downfall of some of the main characters and the altering of the other characters.
A lot of things had been going on the day Myrtle had died. Daisy had invited Gatsby, Miss Baker, and Nick over to join Tom and her
The first impression that the reader gets of Gatsby is Jay’s initial explanation of him. Nick describes Gatsby as having an “extraordinary gift for hope” (2) or the ability to always be hopeful for the best outcome. This “ability” directly correlates to Gatsby 's platonic conception of himself and the world. Gatsby’s gift was not that he was able to see the best out of the worst situation but rather assume that the best situation would always occur for him. This “ability” lead Gatsby to take many risks especially the risk of believing that Daisy had only loved him. Gatsby also hopes that Daisy would call him back, leaving the phone lines open for Daisy when swimming in his pool. These acts only further lead to Gatsby becoming enemies with Tom, who gave Gatsby’s life up to Myrtle’s husband whose final act was shooting
It ended with an even more disgusting event: Tom broke Myrtle’s nose because she dared to mention his wife’s name many times. Tom lets himself be brutal and free from conventionalities of the upper class; thus, he behaves also more naturally, but he does not want to lose Daisy and all that she represents.
Later on in the days Nick gets a surprise invitation to one of Gatsby’s famous parties. When he goes there he meets Jordan Baker at the party, then after a while they meet Gatsby. Gatsby is a young man who has an effect on an English accent, extraordinary, amazing smile, and he uses the word “old sport” a lot and calls everyone that too. Jordan talks to Nick and explains to him everything about Gatsby. Gatsby spends mo...
All humans desire a satisfactory last conversation with a dying friend or family member. Those who know their family and friends may die soon try their best to have a meaningful final encounter with the loved one. However, death is not always foreseeable. Many times, family and friends never get to say goodbye. When sudden deaths or lethal accidents occur, companions hope that the person died with a good impression of them. In “The Great Gatsby,” written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, the narrator, Nick Carraway, feels satisfied with his farewell to his friend Jay Gatsby. The novel contains only 180 pages, yet contains hidden meanings and symbolism. One must read the story closely to fully comprehend the message of the novel. When analyzed, it becomes clear that Nick’s last goodbye with Gatsby meant a lot to both of them. In Nick and Gatsby’s last scene, he compliments Gatsby. He feels glad that he said this to Gatsby in this scene, because this “was the only compliment he ever gave” Gatsby. This scene reveals Nick’s disapproval of the Buchanans, Gatsby, and the culture of New York in the 1920s. Throughout this scene, Fitzgerald effectively criticizes the culture of the 1920s through Nick’s opinion of his friends.
Tom knew Myrtle better than any of the main characters. He had met her on a train headed for New York. When the train reached the city, she went with him in a taxi, and their affair began. Tom never made much of an effort to keep their relationship secret. In fact, he almost paraded her around in the presence of his acquaintances. They made frequent trips into New York so that they could be together. Myrtle was Tom's escape from his own life in East Egg. While Daisy provided him with a wealthy, acceptable social image, she was not much more to him than a mere possession. His affair with Myrtle offered him a chance to defy his social expectations. Their relationship was important to him because of this opportunity to escape. When Myrtle died, it shook him deeply, especially because he believed Gatsby had been driving the yellow car. After leaving George Wilson's garage the night of the accident, he managed to drive slowly until he and Nick were out of sight. Then he slammed his foot down on the accelerator, driving much faster. He began quietly sobbing, privately mourning her death. He immediately blamed Gatsby for bringing their relationship to an abrupt halt. "That God damned coward!" he cried. "He didn't even stop his car." His feelings of anger and hurt were greatly intensified by the day spent in New York....
Although after reading “The great Gatsby” one may get a feeling of hopelessness, it one of those novels that leaves you inspired even long after reading it. It’s a masterpiece not only because of the thrillingly brilliant plot or memorable characters but also because of the life lessons that it teacher to the reader. It is not just a typical ...
Damn. I wish I was in one of the bigger classes. At least in there there’s a lower probability of me being called on.
According to the dictionary, the definition of dissatisfaction is the quality or state of being unhappy or discontent. Dissatisfaction is a disease that theoretically knows no prejudices, has no cure, and almost everyone has it. This is a global epidemic, that can destroy a man in the time it takes to snap your fingers. Physically most people will be alright but discontent will rot you to the core on the inside. Unfortunately, not being content seems to be a very common part of society today and in the past. The theme of not be satiated by life is especially seen in the famous novel, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. All the characters in this novel seemingly have achieved the american dream but they are all unhappy and never get what they really want in the end. Also, no character is satisfied with their marriage, with love, and with life in general. They are all unhappy with their lives and they destroy the lives of others in order to satisfy themselves. The Great Gatsby teaches us that even being wealthy and powerful, people can still be dissatisfied and will do anything in order to be happy. Therefore, despite believing that we have it all, dissatisfaction still plagues the human spirit.
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby is an absurd story, whether considered as romance, melodrama, or plain record of New York high life. The occasional insights into character stand out as very green oases on an arid desert of waste paper. Throughout the first half of the book the author shadows his leading character in mystery, but when in the latter part he unfolds his life story it is difficult to find the brains, the cleverness, and the glamour that one might expect of a main character.
Jay Gatsby’s funeral is a small service, not because that 's what was intended, but because no one bothered to show up. Nick wanted to give Gatsby the popularity he desired, even in death, but only three people were present in the end. Gatsby’s father, Henry C. Gatz, shows up unexpectedly from Minnesota because he heard about the news in the papers. He believes that the man who shot his son must 've been mad, that no one in their right mind could commit such a horrible act. Daisy and Wolfsheim, the people closest to Gatsby in the book, do not attend. This exemplifies that it was always about wealth and social status for them, including Tom, and they never genuinely cared for Gatsby. Nick held up hope,
You see, when we [Gatsby and Daisy] left New York she was very nervous and she thought it would steady her to drive—and this woman [Myrtle Wilson] rushed out at us just as we were passing a car coming the other way. It all happened in a minute, but it seemed to me that she wanted to speak to us, thought we were somebody she knew. Well, first Daisy turned away from the woman toward the other car, and then she lost her nerve and turned back. The second my hand reached the wheel I felt shock—it must have killed her instantly.
As I sit in my cozy, victorian home located Minnesota, I can not help but reminisce the life of one of my greatest friends, Mr. Jay Gatsby. It has been two years since his funeral. I often wonder why his life was taken so soon; why I deserve to find love with my wife, Sarah, and he was killed by loving too much. I had always wished Gatsby and Daisy would have found the love they deserved. Now, Gatsby is dead and Daisy is in an emotionally abusive and loveless marriage with her cheating husband, Tom Buchanan.