https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s By Alex V. en-us 2019-03-11 11:23:02 UTC 2024-12-15 01:04:57 UTC hello@padlet.com 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339885505 I lived at West Egg, the—well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. (5.)]]> 2019-03-11 11:29:21 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339885505 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339886720 2019-03-11 11:33:32 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339886720 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339887099 The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on to-day. (3.)]]> 2019-03-11 11:34:52 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339887099 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339888132 2019-03-11 11:38:10 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339888132 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339888958 2019-03-11 11:40:52 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339888958 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339890096 2019-03-11 11:44:21 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339890096 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339890738 2019-03-11 11:46:14 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339890738 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339893646 2019-03-11 11:53:48 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339893646 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339894894 2019-03-11 11:57:24 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339894894 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339895433 I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. But I didn't call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness. (20-21.)]]> 2019-03-11 11:58:43 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/339895433 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/340521078 One of my most vivid memories is of coming back West from prep school and later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther than Chicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at six o'clock of a December evening, with a few Chicago friends, already caught up into their own holiday gayeties, to bid them a hasty good-by. I remember the fur coats of the girls returning from Miss This-or-That's and the chatter of frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught sight of old acquaintances, and the matchings of invitations: "Are you going to the Ordways'? the Herseys'? the Schultzes'?" and the long green tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. And last the murky yellow cars of the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul railroad looking cheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate. (175.)

]]> 2019-03-12 16:51:52 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/340521078 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/340526536 And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter – to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...and one fine morning– (180.)]]> 2019-03-12 17:01:53 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/340526536 20avigue https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/340532844 To ask too much of oneself is only asking for more pain and suffering than one can tolerate. A simple dream, a flawed dream, is much better than an unreachable dream.]]> 2019-03-12 17:14:32 UTC https://padlet.com/20avigue/c64tfxabf27s/wish/340532844