The Great Gatsby Monologue

By this point we were all in that Manhattan hotel suite, and things were getting tense between Tom and Jay. I was feeling very uneasy, as I did not want any trouble between the two. It was clear that Tom knew about me and Jay’s relationship. He was becoming very hostile towards him, calling him out on the rumors of his past, and he said that Jay didn’t actually go to Oxford. Jay was getting increasingly mad at Tom. I could tell he wanted to tell Tom that he loves me and that we have a past with each other. He wanted me to tell Tom, but I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t betray Tom like that. After all we were married, and there was no chance we would get a divorce. I really just wanted to get back at Tom for what he has done to me and all of the

Before he could say anything else I had to stop him. I could tell with the words he was going to say, all of this madness would become even worse and it would be a huge disaster.
“Please don’t!” I cried helplessly. “Please let’s all go home. Why don’t we all go home?”
“I want to know what Mr. Gatsby has to tell me.”
“Your wife doesn’t love you,” said Gatsby. “She’s never loved you. She loves me.”
“You must be crazy!” rebuked Tom automatically.
Gatsby sprang to his feet, vivid with excitement.
“She never loved you, do you hear?” he cried. “She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!”
I could tell Jay has been planning for this all day. His emotion reached a level I have never seen in my life. The passion in his voice was undeniable. I knew he wanted me to back him up, but I remained silent. Nick and Jordan got up to leave, as they sensed trouble to come with this and I wanted to join them, but I knew I couldn’t. Jay and Tom demanded that they stay and wouldn't let them leave. To them this was all normal as they were caught up in the heat, but they didn’t realize this disaster they were

“I told you what’s been going on,” said Gatsby. “Going on for five years — and you didn’t know.”
Tom turned to me aggressively.
“You’ve been seeing this fellow for five years?”
“Not seeing,” stated Gatsby. “No, we couldn’t meet. But both of us loved each other all that time, old sport, and you didn’t know. I used to laugh sometimes.... to think that you didn’t know.”
“You’re crazy!” he exploded. “I can’t speak about what happened five years ago, because I didn’t know Daisy then — and I’ll be damned if I see how you got within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries to the back door. But all the rest of that’s a God damned lie. Daisy loved me when she married me and she loves me now.”
“No,” Gatsby denied, shaking his head.
“She does, though. The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn’t know what she’s doing.” He declared. “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