"Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes"
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Page 84
"Gatsby got himslef into a shadow"
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Page 86
"Americans, while willing, even eager, to be surfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry"
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"Americans, while willing, even eager, to be surfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry"
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"He smiled like a weather man, like an ecstatic patron of recurrent light"
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Page 88
"With enchanting murmurs Daisy admired this aspect or that of the feudal silhouette against the sky"
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"He had passed visibly through two states and was entering upon a third. After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence"
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"He was running down like an over-wound clock"
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"I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed - that voice was a deathless song"
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