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"At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete."

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" I felt that there were guests concealed behind every couch and table, under orders to be breathlessly silent until we had passed through."

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the truth was that Jay Gatsby of Wet Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. -98

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"Gasby saw that the bolcks of the sidewalk really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees-he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there

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"There must have been moments  even  that  afternoon  when  Daisy  tumbled  short of  his  dreams—not  through  her  own  fault  but  because  of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond  everything."

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"I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed." #96

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"The rain was falling, but the darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea" (pg 101 (online book))

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“His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.” (pg 111)

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There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams-not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. (95)

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"out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of th sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees - he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

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“I had never seen him dance before. Then they sauntered over to my house and sat on the steps for half an hour while at her request I remained watchfully in the garden: ‘In case there’s a fire or a flood,’ she explained, ‘or any act of God.’”

Fire or flood sounds like a plague in a bible story-113

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But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunts him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing. (99)

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"When I came home to west egg that night I was afraid for a moment that my house was on fire. two o'clock and the whole corner of the peninsula was blazing with light, which fell unreal on the shrubbery and made a thin elongating glints upon the roadside wires. Turning the corner, I saw that it was Gatsby house, lit from the cell tower."

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"There must have been moments even that afternoon where Daisy fell short of his dreams - not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that came his way" (95-96).

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"There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart." (page 95)

Katya

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"I felt that there were guests concealed behind every couch and table, under orders to be breathlessly silent until we had passed through" (91).

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"He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lip's touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete" (110).

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"There must have been
moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short
of his dreams—not through her own fault but because of
the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her,
beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a
creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out
with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount
of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up
in his ghostly heart." (103)