Again with “nightmare – grotesque”
Henry Gatz. “He told me I et like a hog once, and I beat him for it.” So much can be revealed about a person’s upbringing in a simple sentence.
And again, the owl- eyed man. (You will encounter people like this in your life, who, in a few words or a simple action, restore faith in humanity.)
“…and then the owl-eyed man said ‘Amen to that,’ in a brave voice.” Amen to what?
Timeshift to the Midwest of the past, as an explanation of Nick’s decision to leave the East and return to it.
May you never run into such careless people, but be warned that they may be rich or poor.
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying tonight or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be for what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me,
7 January, 1916
James Gatz, even though he has no college education or wealth, somehow manages to persuade the Army that he is officer material, and in the great mobilization that was World War I, is commissioned as a lieutenant
And here he is, a major, sent to Oxford and pictured with friends who are the nobility of Britain, a free education at a world-class university, and what does he do?
Compare his reaching out to catch the last grasp of Louisville and his dream with his reaching out to the green light at the end of the dock.
The between-dreams and grotesque reality set the tone for the chapter
Gad’s hill and Port Roosevelt are in East egg, Tom’s side of the two
How Nick rushes intuitively into the house.
“…like silver idols…” compare this drawing room scene with the one chapter one.
Daisy’s voice is full of money.
What do you make of “he wears a pink suit”?
There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.
At what point do we realize that Daisy is not going to leave?
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
Tom’s actions as the wreck unfolds
The etymology of conspiracy