1、He smiled understandingly. It was one of those smiles that you see only four or five times in your life. It showed you that he understood you, believed in you, and had the best possible opinion of you. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
2、I went in – after making every possible noise in the kitchen – but I don't believe they heard a sound. They were sitting at either end of the sofa, and every sign of embarrassment was gone. Daisy had been crying, and was drying her tears. But there was a surprising change in Gatsby. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
3、She looked away from me and up to the top of the steps. We could hear Three o'clock in the Morning, a neat, sad little dance song, coming from the open door. What was it in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the soft hours of darkness? ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
4、Daisy asked me questions in her low, exciting voice. Her face was sad and lovely, with bright eyes and a bright beautiful mouth, but it was her voice that men who loved her found difficult to forget. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
5、I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park in the soft evening half-light, but each time I tried to go, I got involved in some wild argument, which pulled me back into the room. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
6、After his embarrassment and then his unreasoning joy, he now felt only wonder that she was there.Pulling himself together, he opened two huge cupboards to show us his well-cut suits, expensive shirts, and silk ties.'I've got a man in England who buys me clothes. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
7、I walked out the back way – just as Gatsby had done half an hour earlier – and waited under a huge black tree in the middle of my lawn. Once more it was pouring, and there was nothing to look at from under the tree except Gatsby's enormous mansion.After half an hour the sun shone again. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
8、I tried to think about Gatsby then for a moment, but he was already too far away, and I could only remember, without anger, that Daisy hadn't sent a message or a flower.
When it was over, we walked quickly through the rain to the cars. Owl-eyes spoke to me by the gate.
'I couldn't get to the house,' he remarked. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
9、Suddenly Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily.'They're such beautiful shirts,' she sobbed. 'It makes me sad because I've never seen such – such beautiful shirts before.'Outside Gatsby's window it began to rain again, and we stood in a row looking out at the sea beyond the lawn.' ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
10、Perhaps his presence gave the evening its peculiarly threatening quality – it stands out in my memory from Gatsby's other parties that summer. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
11、Once I had reached my front door, I looked back across the lawn. A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors of Gatsby's mansion. Standing on the porch was the lonely figure of the host, his hand raised in a formal goodbye. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
12、IN THE MEANTIME, IN BETWEEN TIME—As I went over to say goodbye, I saw the dazed look on Gatsby's face again. Was he doubting the quality of his happiness? Almost five years! ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
13、Gatsby believed in the green light, the future that year by year moves further away from us. It escaped us then, but that doesn't matter – tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further … And one fine morning …So we beat on, boats against the current, carried back ceaselessly into the past. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
14、One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street. The ground was white with moonlight, and they stopped and turned toward each other. It was a cool night, but with that mysterious excitement in it which comes as the seasons change. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
15、And as I lay there, thinking about the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first saw 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 to him. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
16、They were gone, without a word. After a moment or two, we left too. Jordan and I got into the coupé with Tom, and we started for Long Island. Tom was very pleased with himself, talking and laughing all the way, but Jordan and I were not listening. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
17、The lights grow brighter as the earth moves away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music. The voices are louder and higher, and laughter is easier minute by minute. Suddenly a girl dances out alone on to the lawn, and the party has begun. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
18、I began to like New York, especially the adventurous feel of it at night. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and choose romantic women from the crowd – I used to imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter their lives, and no one would ever know. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
19、'Here, my dear.' She felt drunkenly around on the floor, and picked up the necklace. 'Give it back to whoever it belongs to. And tell them all, Daisy's changed her mind!'She began to cry – she cried and cried. I rushed out and found her mother's servant girl. We locked the door and got Daisy into a cold bath. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
20、But with every word of his, she was drawing further and further into herself, so he stopped that, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying unhappily to reach that lost voice across the room. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
21、The sun had risen now on Long Island, and we went round the house, opening the rest of the downstairs windows. Ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves. There was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, promising a cool, lovely day. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
22、There was dancing now on the lawn, the orchestra was playing jazz, and champagne was being served in glasses bigger than finger bowls. The moon had risen higher, and floating in the ocean was a silver triangle, trembling a little in the night air. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
23、Daisy put her arm through his, but Gatsby seemed lost in thought. Possibly he had realized that the enormous importance of that light had now gone for ever. To him it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her, as close as a star to the moon. Now it was just a green light on a dock again.'Look!' cried Daisy. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
24、As Gatsby closed the door of the library, I was almost sure I heard the owl-eyed man break into ghostly laughter.Upstairs, we saw luxuriously furnished bedrooms with fresh flowers on the tables, dressing rooms, and bathrooms. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
25、But his heart was never at peace. The wildest, most fantastic dreams kept him awake at night, while the moonlight shone in on the untidy heap of his clothes on the floor. He was sure that a great future lay ahead of him. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
26、From the car window Daisy's face looked out at me, from under a three-cornered hat, with a delighted smile.'Is this absolutely where you live, my dearest one?'Her lovely voice made the gray day feel brighter. I took her hand to help her from the car.'Are you in love with me?' she said low in my ear. ' ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
27、A moment later she rushed out into the darkness, waving her hands and shouting. Before he could move, it was all over. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
28、For a moment I thought I loved her. But I said nothing. I knew that first I had to get myself out of that connection back home. For me, it had never been more than friendship, but there was a sort of understanding between us, and that had to be gently broken off before I was free. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
29、Gatsby, his hands still in his pockets, was standing in front of the fireplace. The back of his head was touching a clock on a shelf, but he was trying to look perfectly comfortable and even a little bored. His miserable eyes stared down at Daisy, who was sitting, frightened but beautiful, on the edge of a stiff chair. ----F· Scott Fitzgerald
30、It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well. ----F. Scott Fitzgerald