Notes

i glanced seaward and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock

reach me a rose, honey, and pour me a last drop into that there crystal glass

his very phrases were worn so threadbare they invoked no image other than that of a turbaned figure leaking sawdust at every pore as he pursues a tiger through the bois de boulogne

Valley of ashes - a fantastic farm of ashes where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens

they were careless people tom and daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated into their wealth or their vast carelessness and let other people clean up the mess they had made

the truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his platonic conception of himself

the minister glanced several times at his watch so i took him aside and asked him to wait half an hour, but it was no use. Nobody came.

My eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble and looking from one group to another with approving eyes

his nostrils turned to me in an interested way "i understand your looking for a buisness gonegtion

Can't repeat the past exclaimed Gatsby, why of course you can.

i wondered if there wasn't something a little sinister about him in the end

i carry on a little business on the side, a sort of sideline you understand

You may fool me, but you can't fool god. Michaelis saw with a shock that he was looking at the eyes of doctor T J Eckleburg

but his eyes, dimmed a little by sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground

i was able to do the commissioner a favor and he sends me a Christmas card each year