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I borrowed this book from the Heroes Regional Glendale Library on 6/29/22. This is my second time reading it and Ale’s first! Ale borrowed the copy that I own from the Denise Library and she has a receipt and library card and everything!! XD
This will be the sixth book from our Sister Book Club. We will be reading one chapter a day because it is such a short book. Ale chose this one.
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“‘I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep—’” (78).
“When Klipspringer had played The Love Nest he turned around on the bench and searched unhappily for Gatsby in the gloom.
‘I'm all out of practice, you see. I told you I couldn't play. I'm all out of prac—’
‘Don't talk so much, old sport,’ commanded Gatsby. ‘Play!’
‘In the morning,
In the evening,
Ain’t we got fun—’
Outside the wind was loud and there was a faint flow of thunder along the Sound. All the lights were going on in West Egg now; the electric trains, men-carrying, were plunging home through the rain from New York. It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air.
‘One Thing's sure and nothing's surer
The rich get richer and the poor get—children.
In the meantime,
In between time—’” (94-95).
“Or perhaps I had merely grown used to it, grown to accept West Egg as a world complete in itself, with its own standards and its own great figures, second to nothing because it had no consciousness of being so, and now I was looking at it again, through Daisy's eyes. It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment” (104).
“Her glance left me and sought the lighted top of the steps, where Three O'Clock in the Morning, a neat, sad little waltz of that year, was drifting out the open door” (108).
“As Tom took up the receiver the compressed heat exploded into sound and we were listening to the portentous chords of Mendelssohn's Wedding March from the ballroom below” (127).
“For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes. All night the saxophones wailed the hopeless comment of the Beale Street Blues while a hundred pairs of golden and silver slippers shuffled the shining dust” (151).
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