Great Gatsby: Love and Loss of Dreams Flashcards
Foul dust
It was what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams
C1, P4
Dark water
He stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, as 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
C1, P16
Daisy and the letter
She wouldn’t let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up into a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow
C4, P49
The rock of the world … fairy’s wing
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
C6, P63
Desolate path
He broke off and began to walk up and down a desolate path of fruit rinds and discarded favors and crushed flowers
C6, P70
Gatsby’s dream proves futile
But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room
C7, P86
Snail
On the green Sound, stagnant in the heat, one small snail crawled slowly towards the fresher sea
C7, P75
Wisp of air
He [Gatsby] stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost part of it, the freshest and the best, forever
C8, P97
Paid a high price for living too long with a single dream
He [Gatsby] had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass
C8, P103
Tom’s description of Gatsby
He threw dust into your eyes just like he did in Daisy’s
C9, P114