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After the Buchanans leave, Gatsby tells Nick of his secret desire: to recapture the past. Gatsby, the idealistic dreamer, firmly believes the past can be recaptured in its entirety.

Gatsby then goes on to tell what it is about his past with Daisy that has made such an impact on him. As the summer unfolds, Gatsby and Daisy's affair begins to grow and they see each other regularly. On one fateful day, the hottest and most unbearable of the summer, Gatsby and Nick journey to East Egg to have lunch with the Buchanans and Jordan Baker. Oppressed by the heat, Daisy suggests they take solace in a trip to the city.

No longer hiding her love for Gatsby, Daisy pays him special attention and Tom deftly picks up on what's going on. As the party prepares to leave for the city, Tom fetches a bottle of whiskey. Low on gas, Tom stops Gatsby's car at Wilson's gas station, where he sees that Wilson is not well. Like Tom, who has just learned of Daisy's affair, Wilson has just learned of Myrtle's secret life — although he does not know who the man is — and it has made him physically sick.

Wilson announces his plans to take Myrtle out West, much to Tom's dismay. Tom has lost a wife and a mistress all in a matter of an hour. Absorbed in his own fears, Tom hastily drives into the city. The group ends up at the Plaza hotel, where they continue drinking, moving the day closer and closer to its tragic end. Tom, always a hot-head, begins to badger Gatsby, questioning him as to his intentions with Daisy. Decidedly tactless and confrontational, Tom keeps harping on Gatsby until the truth comes out: Gatsby wants Daisy to admit she's never loved Tom but that, instead, she has always loved him.

When Daisy is unable to do this, Gatsby declares that Daisy is going to leave Tom. Tom, though, understands Daisy far better than Gatsby does and knows she won't leave him: His wealth and power, matured through generations of privilege, will triumph over Gatsby's newly found wealth. In a gesture of authority, Tom orders Daisy and Gatsby to head home in Gatsby's car. Tom, Nick, and Jordan follow. As Tom's car nears Wilson's garage, they can all see that some sort of accident has occurred. Pulling over to investigate, they learn that Myrtle Wilson, Tom's mistress, has been hit and killed by a passing car that never bothered to stop, and it appears to have been Gatsby's car.

Tom, Jordan, and Nick continue home to East Egg. Nick, now disgusted by the morality and behavior of the people with whom he has been on friendly terms, meets Gatsby outside of the Buchanans' house where he is keeping watch for Daisy. With a few well-chosen questions, Nick learns that Daisy, not Gatsby, was driving the car, although Gatsby confesses he will take all the blame.

Nick, greatly agitated by all that he has experienced during the day, continues home, but an overarching feeling of dread haunts him. Nearing dawn the next morning, Nick goes to Gatsby's house. While the two men turn the house upside down looking for cigarettes, Gatsby tells Nick more about how he became the man he is and how Daisy figured into his life.

But all that is about to change when a mysterious letter arrives by owl messenger: a letter with an invitation to a wonderful place he never dreamed existed.

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His job is to burn books, which are forbidden, being the source of all discord and unhappiness. Even so, Montag is unhappy; there is discord in his marriage. Are books hidden in his house? The Mechanical Hound of the Fire Department, armed with a lethal hypodermic, escorted by helicopters, is ready to track down those dissidents who defy society to preserve and read books. The girl was a maid from the hotel. Then they went back to Chicago.

She knew he was the same man she had known in Louisville. He can see her house across the bay.

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Gatsby had hoped that one evening, Daisy would walk into his house. Then he'll call in, too. He wants to show Daisy his house. Gatsby wasn't asking very much.

He had waited five years. He had given big parties to strangers. And why? To see Daisy, one afternoon, at tea. I asked Jordan out to dinner and we took a taxi.

It was a beautiful night. I had heard enough about Daisy and Gatsby. I put my arm around Jordan, looked into her grey eyes and kissed her. Gatsby had sent a man to cut my lawn. At two o'clock, Gatsby sent over enough flowers to fill every room in my little house. An hour later, Gatsby himself arrived. He was wearing a white suit, silver shirt and gold tie. He looked pale and tired.

Gatsby sat down and tried to read. But he looked up at every sound. Suddenly, he stood up and said, 'I'm going home. Nobody's coming. As I opened the front door, Daisy stopped her car and got out. Gatsby stood there, very pale, his hands in his pockets. For half a minute there was silence. Then Daisy gave a little laugh and said, 'I'm so very glad to see you again, Jay. It's been a long time. I went into the kitchen to get the tea. After a few minutes, Gatsby came after me and closed the door.

Go back and talk to her. You're both shy42, that's all. I went to the window. The rain had stopped now and the sun was shining. When I took in the tea, I made a lot of noise. But I don't think they heard a sound. Daisy and Gatsby were both sitting on the couch. There 36 37 Daisy Comes to Tea t was nearly two o'clock in the morning when I got home. For a moment, I thought my house was on fire.

Then I saw that all the lights were on in Gatsby's house. But everything was silent. There was no music and no happy laughter. As I stood there, Gatsby walked across the lawn towards me. Why not come for a drive in my car? I haven't used the pool all summer. I knew what he wanted to ask me. What day would be best?

We must have everything right, old sport. Gatsby's face was shining with joy. Their happiness filled the room. It's so big! We wandered through the gardens. Daisy admired every flower, every tree, everything she saw. We came at last to the white steps in front of the house. It was strange to see them quiet and empty. Inside the house, we wandered through room after room. We admired the books in the library.

All the beautiful rooms were empty and silent. We went upstairs and looked at bedrooms and bathrooms, painted in pale, rich colours. Finally, we came to Gatsby's own rooms, where we sat down to have a drink. Gatsby had never stopped looking at Daisy. Once, he nearly fell downstairs.

He was trying to see everything in his house through her eyes. He was like a man walking in his sleep. I can't. He began to take out shirts, suits, ties. Silk, wool, cotton - the pile grew higher and higher.

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Suddenly, Daisy hid her face in the shirts and began to cry. I've never seen such beautiful shirts before in all my life! Daisy and Gatsby stood together, looking out of the window. I began to walk round the room in the half darkness. On Gatsby's desk was a photograph of a tough-looking old man.

The man was dressed in sailing clothes. He used to be my best friend, years ago. He's dead now. Dan Cody had a big yacht43 and we sailed around together for nearly five years. He was like a father to me. But I did not know that then. He was a young man who lived in the house.

In the music room, Gatsby turned on a lamp beside the piano. He lit Daisy's cigarette with a shaking hand. They sat down together on a couch, away from the light.

Klingspringer sat down at the piano and began to play. When I went over to say goodbye to Gatsby, he had a look of surprise on his face. Gatsby had dreamed of Daisy for almost five years. Now his dream was beside him. He could not believe it. They had almost forgotten I was there. Daisy looked up as I spoke and held out her hand. Gatsby looked up too, but he didn't seem to know me. I went out of the room quietly, leaving them together.

I was working hard and spending my free time with Jordan. But this was the time when everyone was talking about Gatsby. More and more strangers went to his parties.

More and more strange and crazy stories were told about him. Everyone 'I've never seen such beautiful shirts before in all my life!

Then, one Saturday, I was invited to another of Gatsby's parties. Daisy was there too, and Tom had decided to come with her. Perhaps it was because Tom was there, but the party seemed different. There was an unpleasant, uneasy feeling about it. But all the same people were there. They were drinking champagne as usual, dancing and laughing as before.

Tom and Daisy arrived as darkness was falling. Gatsby went over to them at once. Then he took them slowly round the gardens, pointing out his most famous guests proudly. Daisy and Gatsby danced together - I had never seen Gatsby dance before.

Then they walked over to my house and sat there together for about half an hour. Tom didn't seem to care. He found a girl he wanted to talk to and the evening passed as usual.

I could see that Daisy was not happy at the party. She hated all these laughing, shouting strangers. They didn't seem to care for anybody or about anything.

By the time the Buchanans were ready to leave, Tom was in a bad temper. A crook? He knows a funny lot of people! Where does he find them? Where does he get his money from? Gatsby was nowhere to be seen. I stayed late that night because Gatsby wanted me to. When everyone had gone, we sat on the steps together. I couldn't talk to her. I felt farther away from her than ever. It's hard to make her understand. He wanted Daisy to ask Tom for a divorce. He wanted her to tell Tom that she didn't love him - that she had never loved him.

That she loved only Gatsby. Gatsby wanted to take Daisy back to Louisville, where they had first met. Gatsby and Daisy would be married. Gatsby wanted the last five years to be completely forgotten. Gatsby didn't seem to understand how much he was asking. Everything's going to be the way it was before. She'll see! He told me about the first time he had kissed her.

That was when Gatsby's dream had begun. And he had spent his life trying to make that dream come true. But no woman can be turned into a dream. I could see this, but Gatsby could not. He could see no reason why he and Daisy should not be happy forever. One Saturday, there were no lights in Gatsby's house or in his garden. A few cars drove up to the house, but almost immediately drove away. I wondered what was the matter. I decided to go over and find out.

A new servant opened the door. OK,' and he shut the door in my face. Next day, Gatsby phoned me. I've sent all my old servants away.

Daisy comes over in the afternoons. I didn't want them to talk about her in the village. Some friends of Wolfsheim are looking after me now.

She wanted me to have lunch at her house the following day.

Jordan would be there and, of course, Gatsby too. Daisy phoned me half an hour later. She seemed glad that I had accepted the invitation. But her voice was nervous and excited. The next day was the hottest day of the summer. The smallest movement made you hot and tired. Its green leather seats were too hot to touch. The room where Daisy and Jordan were sitting was dark and cool. The two girls, both dressed in white, raised their hands lazily. Gatsby stood in the middle of the room in his elegant44, pink suit.

He could not believe that he was in Daisy's own house. Daisy watched him and gave her sweet, exciting laugh. At that moment, Tom opened the door noisily and hurried into the room.

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Hallo, Nick,' he said, holding out his hand to me. As Tom left the room again, Daisy went over to Gatsby and kissed him on the mouth. When Tom brought in the drinks, we all drank greedily. We had lunch in the darkened dining-room and drank a lot of cold beer. Suddenly, Tom Buchanan understood. His wife, Daisy, 46 'You know I love you,' she said softly. Tom's mouth opened a little. He looked first at Gatsby and then at Daisy. Tom stood up.

Let's go! We went out onto the porch. Gatsby turned to me and said, 'I can't say anything to him in his house, old sport. That was it.

Daisy's charm was the charm of the rich and spoilt Tom came out of the house with the whisky wrapped in a towel. Daisy and Jordan followed him, looking cool and charming in their white dresses. But Daisy moved away from her husband. You take Nick and Jordan. We'll follow you. Jordan, Tom and I got into the front seat of Gatsby's car. He wears a pink suit!

And it's not very pleasant. When Tom reached Wilson's garage, he had to stop for gas. Wilson came out slowly and stood in the hot sun. He looked very ill. When can you sell me your old car? I got it last week. Why are you going away? I've found out something What do I owe you? As Tom was giving Wilson the money, Gatsby and Daisy drove by in the blue car. At the same moment, I saw Myrtle Wilson looking down at Jordan from an upstairs window.

There was a look of terrible jealousy on Myrtle Wilson's face. She thought Jordan was Tom's wife. Tom did not see Myrtle. He was thinking about what Wilson had said. In one afternoon, Tom seemed to be losing his wife and his mistress too. He drove on, much too fast, until he was beside the blue car.

Gatsby stopped and Daisy called out, 'Where are you going? It's so hot. We'll drive around and meet you later. After some 48 49 argument, we all drove to the Plaza Hotel. We took a room there so that we could have a drink. It was a crazy idea. The room was large, but it was very hot.

We opened all the windows, but it made no difference. You make it worse! I went there. When he had gone, Tom said, 'When were you there, exactly? American officers were able to go to an English university after the War. I was glad. Daisy got up with a smile. It's too hot to argue. She loves me. And I love Daisy too. I always have. She knows that. Tell him you never loved him,' he said.

Daisy looked at each one of us unhappily.

Then Daisy turned to Gatsby with a frightened, unhappy look in her eyes. Isn't that enough? It wouldn't be true,' Daisy said sadly. He's a friend of Meyer Wolfsheim. I've been hearing all about you, Mr Gatsby!

You and your friends ought to be in jail! His face was hard, with a terrible expression. I could believe then that he had killed a man. He started to talk to Daisy, quickly, excitedly. Daisy did not seem to be listening. On that hot afternoon, Gatsby's dream was slipping farther and farther away from him. You must stop all this, please. He knew that he had won. He won't trouble you again. It was seven o'clock when Jordan and I left the hotel with Tom. As we drove back over the bridge, I remembered that it was my thirtieth birthday.

I felt sad and tired. Death in the Evening W e saw the quiet crowd of people outside Wilson's garage from some distance away. When he saw the looks on the people's faces, he stopped the car. Inside the garage, someone was crying, 'Oh, my God, oh, my God,' over and over again.

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We got out of the car and Tom pushed through the crowd into the garage. Myrtle Wilson's body, wrapped in a blanket, lay on a table by the wall. Her mouth was open and a little blood was coming from it. Tom stood there, looking down at her. Tom looked round the garage slowly. He went up to a policeman who was writing in a notebook. The car didn't stop. I know it was a yellow car all right! That yellow car I was driving this afternoon wasn't mine, do you hear?

Tom drove on slowly at first, then faster. When I looked at him, I saw that he was crying. He killed her and he didn't stop his car! Wilson had at last found out that Myrtle had a lover. She refused to tell Wilson the man's name. So Wilson had locked her in her bedroom for several hours. Just before seven, someone had heard Myrtle cry out, 'Beat me, hit me, you dirty little coward!

She had been shouting and waving her arms. Had she wanted the yellow car to stop? Myrtle Wilson was killed instantly and her blood ran onto the dusty road.

Tom stopped his car outside his house and looked up at a lighted window. I'll phone for a taxi to take you home. Come in and have some supper. It's only half past nine,' she said. Inside the garage, someone was crying, 'Oh, my God, oh, my Cod,' over and over again. I was feeling tired and sick. I had had enough of the Buchanans for one day.

Jordan looked at me for a moment.

Then she followed Tom quickly into the house. That was the last time I saw her. I walked slowly down the drive to wait for the taxi by the gate. Gatsby stepped out onto the path in front of me. His pink suit shone in the moonlight.

That's what I told Daisy. I suddenly guessed the truth. Daisy was very upset when we left New York. I thought driving would calm her down. That woman rushed into the road just as a car was coming the other way. I think she wanted us to stop. Daisy turned towards the other car and then turned back. She was very frightened. I'm waiting here now in case Tom makes any trouble. Then I thought for a moment.

What would Tom do if he found out that Daisy had been driving? Would he believe that Myrtle's death had been an accident? Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table. Tom was talking and holding Daisy's hand. Daisy looked up at Tom and nodded her head. They looked as though they belonged to each other. They looked as though they were planning something.

I went back to Gatsby, who was standing where I had left him. I could hear the sound of my taxi. Daisy may need me. Goodnight, old sport. I left him standing there, in the moonlight.

The front door was open. Gatsby was sitting in the hall, still wearing his pink suit.

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Then she turned out the light. There was dust everywhere. We sat smoking in the darkness. Of course I can't, old sport. I must find out what Daisy wants to do. He told me how he had first been excited by her beauty and by her money. Gatsby had been a young man without money. And he had no hope of getting any. One October night, he and Daisy had become lovers. Then he had fallen in love with Daisy. And Daisy, a girl who had everything she wanted, fell in love with him.

Life, for Gatsby, became more and more unreal. He spent hours telling Daisy about his dreams for the future.

And, of course, she listened to him. Then Gatsby had to go to the War. When he came back, Tom and Daisy were on their honeymoon.

I had terrible, frightening dreams. Just before dawn, I heard a taxi driving up to Gatsby's house. I dressed and went over there at once. The house began to fill with the pale light of dawn. Birds began to sing in Gatsby's garden. She was excited and Tom frightened her. The air was cooler. Summer was nearly over. The gardener came up to us and said, 'I'm going to take the water out of the swimming pool, Mr Gatsby.

The leaves will be falling soon. But I didn't want to work and I didn't want to leave Gatsby alone. I suppose Daisy will phone, too. Then I stopped and shouted back across the lawn, 'They're no good, Gatsby! You're better than all of them! But I've always been glad I said it. Gatsby gave me a big smile and raised his hand. His pink suit was bright against the white steps.I was sure I had seen her before.

Because he was a gambler. I cannot go to the funeral53, as I am very busy. Nobody's coming. In Tom's mind, he had helped justice along.

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