The Great Gatsby Monologue

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“I know how she looked, but the dress was humiliating!” I laughed along with Mrs. Van Kendall, the horrible, vapid woman. No one in Philadelphia had any class, and truly, it was my own fault for throwing the dinner party. “Oh my goodness, ladies! Have you heard about the Gatsby murder, over in... New York... I think? How horrendous!” Clearly Mrs. James had been sitting on this exclamation all night. “Why yes, yes I have! Do you know I actually went to one of his parties?” “Well, I heard he was a spy!” “No, no, no, you’ve got it all wrong! He was in the Mafia!” “I heard the man killed him because he was sleeping with his wife!” All of their voices overlapped and overwhelmed me, drowning me in noise. We didn’t say that name in this house. We didn’t. Didn’t they know? How could they be so rude? I hated them, all …show more content…

“My Love, I think we should discuss our lifestyle.” I said. He looked at me, curious. “Back at East and West Egg I saw examples of lifestyles I didn’t like, and I’m afraid we got drawn in. There were… some examples of extravagance and instability. I love you and our life because of the stability, and the safety; we were close to losing that in East Egg, all because of the influence of other people's extravagant lives. No one needs silk shirts imported from England! No one does!” “Yes, of course Daisy.” Tom agreed, understanding in his eyes. I sigh deeply. My family will be safe, for now. That lifestyle, that man, that’s what killed Myrtle, I wouldn’t let it get us here. Never. It was moments like this I fell more deeply in love with Tom. Truly, it was his juxtaposition to Gatsby that made him beautiful. Gatsby was everything that was wrong with this world, but not Tom. Tom was steady; he was clear and rational. It was an unpleasantly hot afternoon. Tom didn’t look happy as he approached

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