Great Gatsby

Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. they are not perfect ovals — like the egg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact end — but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. to the wingless a more arresting phe...

The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be — will be utterly submerged.

The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether.

As for Tom, the fact that he “had some woman in New York.” was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book.

I am, and you are, and you are, and ——” After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod, and she winked at me again.

Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner.

Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body — he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat.

Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

“Don’t look at me,” Daisy retorted, “I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.”

Her gray sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, discontented face.

“Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.”

The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men.