I felt a nice, warm sense of gratification believing this lovely cab driver had such an excellent sense of humour. He held the back door of his cab open for me; I gave him a salute and got in. ‘Good ol’ buddy-buddy cab driver.’ I thought. “What a great guy!” I bellowed. After telling him I needed him to follow the three guys with the spiked Mohawk haircuts, he slammed the door. Wincing, not only from the volume of the metal door being over zealously closed but the cabin air pressure increasing to a level that pushed my eyes deep into their sockets. I put my head against the back of the seat. Nestling in and closing my eyes, I hoped to heaven the whirling dervish in my head would cease and desist. My head was just starting to recuperate somewhat, when the cab came to a halt and flung my noggin forward into the drivers’ headrest. …show more content…
‘Damn short ride.’ I thought. Sitting up, I groaned and tried to focus on the sign at the front of the building we stopped at so suddenly. The door of the cab abruptly flew opened and a police officer of the burly persuasion grabbed me by the lapels and hastily removed me. The cabbie had delivered me to the local cop shop. “Good ol’ buddy-buddy cab driver, alright. You bastard!” I yelled into the night air, flailing my arms and attempting to shake my fist. I tried to appeal to the officer as he spun me around and gave me my new set of bracelets. “No please, you don’t understand, this can’t happen, not now!” Panic began to set in. What about Angelica? How the hell could I follow my only lead now? Trying to pull myself free, my struggling only managed to peeve off the officer. “C’mon inside buddy it’s nice and warm inside and you can sleep it off. Don’t raise such a fuss or you might hurt yourself!” as he relayed this message of concern calmly in my ear, he gave my arm a nice little twist past the boundaries of my usual
I sometimes regret bringing gatsby and daisy together for that afternoon of tea or even meeting Gatsby in the first place or even moving next door to him, of course I didn't know I was going to live by the most interesting and complicated man I have ever met in my life. His yellow roadster was ripping throw the street, the glissining of his bright yellow paint job as it ripped through the trees and brush just as a Warbler would.
Themes of hope, success, and wealth overpower The Great Gatsby, leaving the reader with a new way to look at the roaring twenties, showing that not everything was good in this era. F. Scott Fitzgerald creates the characters in this book to live and recreate past memories and relationships. This was evident with Gatsby and Daisy’s relationship, Tom and Daisy’s struggling marriage, and Gatsby expecting so much of Daisy and wanting her to be the person she once was. The theme of this novel is to acknowledge the past, but do not recreate and live in the past because then you will not be living in the present, taking advantage of new opportunities.
In The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, James Gatz, a man of low social standing, felt that he lost the love of his life, Daisy, because he did not meet her desired standards of sophistication. Therefore, James Gatz decided to reinvent his identity as Jay Gatsby in an effort to demonstrate to Daisy, that she had only ever loved him. In doing so, Gatsby decided to construct his new character traits based off of Daisy 's husband, Tom Buchanan, who she seemed to be attracted to. Through Gatsby 's rhetorical effort to persuade Daisy, Fitzgerald had Gatsby recognize and employ Aristotle 's first version of ethos, appeal of your own character, and Aristotle 's second version of ethos, appeal to the character of one 's audience. However, Gatsby fatally flawed his rhetorical strategy which caused him to lose
handcuffs on him and put him the backseat of the cop car, and we all waved as they drove away”
Although there was an astounding amount of impoverished people in New York during the nineteen twenties, there happened to be a petite community of affluent individuals living extremely lavish lifestyles. Wealthy residents of New York often are void of important values like honesty, sympathy, and compassion. Per contra, most people existing in poverty live
“The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald is a book about a young rich man that had a mysterious past. The author intentionally chose Nick as the narrator of this story. He is Gatsby’s neighbor, and he often contradicts himself. He said he was taught by his father to not criticize people, but he often criticized people including Gatsby. Critics in real life often behave like Nick and are hypocritical.
As depicted by Scott F. Fitzgerald, the 1920s is an era of a great downfall both socially and morally. As the rich get richer, the poor remain to fend for themselves, with no help of any kind coming their way. Throughout Fitzgerald’s, The Great Gatsby, the two “breeds” of wealthier folk consistently butt heads in an ongoing battle of varying lifestyles. The West Eggers, best represented by Jay Gatsby, are the newly rich, with little to no sense of class or taste. Their polar opposites, the East Eggers, are signified by Tom and Daisy Buchanan; these people have inherited their riches from the country’s wealthiest old families and treat their money with dignity and social grace. Money, a mere object in the hands of the newly wealthy, is unconscientiously squandered by Gatsby in an effort to bring his only source of happiness, Daisy, into his life once again. Over the course of his countless wild parties, he dissipates thousands upon thousands of dollars in unsuccessful attempts to attract Daisy’s attention. For Gatsby, the only way he could capture this happiness is to achieve his personal “American Dream” and end up with Daisy in his arms. Gatsby’s obsession with Daisy is somewhat detrimental to himself and the ones around him; his actions destroy relationships and ultimately get two people killed.
Ahead was a mounted policeman in Khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Isn’t it pretty to think so?’” (Hemingway 251).
In F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel, “The Great Gatsby”, identities and knowledge about a person are very important in the novel. One character who has a depth to his identity is Tom Buchanan. On the surface, Tom has the appearance of a respectable, wealthy person; however, studying the novel closer brings out the self-evident truth that this is not Tom’s identity. Throughout the course of the novel, it becomes easy to infer Tom’s true identity; Tom is an unfaithful spouse, consumed with wealth, and a narcissist.
“You can use all the quantitative data you can get, but you still have to distrust it and use your own intelligence and judgment.”- Alvin Toffer In The Great Gatsby we find out that one of our characters’ (Nick Carraway) did not trust Gatsby from the beginning, yet he gives Gatsby a compliment. At the end of the chapter Nick says “You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together!” to Gatsby.
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.
His house was huge and magnificent. This large house all for just on Jay Gatsby. Oh did I love the antique silhouettes against the sky, and the luxurious garden filled with flowers of all kind. Oh and that magnificent scent and the gleaming gold gates that glistened in the sun. Oh was I in love.
I awoke late into the next morning and dressed myself for a visit to Gatsby’s house. I assumed it had been a long night for him, but determined he would be awake by now. I made short time of the walk, deftly moving through his drive and to his front door. I gave the door a jaunty knock to elicit a response from one of the inhabitants.
My stomach retched, my throat dry, had I got myself into this mess? A distant thud echoed across the cold, hard floor, ricocheting into my ear. Someone was coming.
Luke was wearing a gray polo shirt with khaki shorts and flip flops. There was Leo waiting for us. Leo was a big Spanish man trying to make a living in Mexico for his family of five. “Are you ready for your tour of Acapulco Mexico?” He asked us both. “I am” with excitement I yelled and Luke nodded his head. “One Hundred American Dollars to drive us around for the day right Leo?” He shook his head and agreed with the price. Luke and I had been waiting for this trip for months. We had saved a lot of money and wanted to this trip to be memorable. We got into the car and off, we went up the hill to watch some cliff diving. The taxi wasn’t very clean with pop bottles, gun wrappers and a lot of papers all over the dashboard. As we were driving up the hill, I had a funny feeling in my stomach like I should be second guessing our decision if we should do this. But, then I would have to tell Luke he was right and that is one thing I did not want to