A love like none other. '"Ah!" she cried, "you look so cool."
Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, along in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. "You always look so cool," '
These few simple words, so meaningless in any other context, are woven together to create a love story like none other. So often in the book Fitzgerald writes of Gatsby and Daisy's love for each other. How touching he writes it, yet, so plain and simple. So clean cut, almost detached from the story. Maybe I'm just being a hopeless romantic and reading (excuse the pun) way too much into the story. Although, I'm right. Maybe Fitzgerald wanted us to read the passage and go; ' Their love for each other is almost indescribable, yet Fitzgerald has done it again'. Its a lucid fact for all to see. Finally Tom has been exposed to their deep love. A love that has always been beneath the surface, just been buried by a small interference - Tom. How can Daisy love two people at once? She seems to love Tom, watching him as he leaves a room, on edge in his absence, but she evidently loves Gatsby too! Perhaps it's because one love is forbidden, the other is expected. All I know is that Fitzgerald has managed to perplex, enthral, and amaze me once more.
Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, along in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. "You always look so cool," '
These few simple words, so meaningless in any other context, are woven together to create a love story like none other. So often in the book Fitzgerald writes of Gatsby and Daisy's love for each other. How touching he writes it, yet, so plain and simple. So clean cut, almost detached from the story. Maybe I'm just being a hopeless romantic and reading (excuse the pun) way too much into the story. Although, I'm right. Maybe Fitzgerald wanted us to read the passage and go; ' Their love for each other is almost indescribable, yet Fitzgerald has done it again'. Its a lucid fact for all to see. Finally Tom has been exposed to their deep love. A love that has always been beneath the surface, just been buried by a small interference - Tom. How can Daisy love two people at once? She seems to love Tom, watching him as he leaves a room, on edge in his absence, but she evidently loves Gatsby too! Perhaps it's because one love is forbidden, the other is expected. All I know is that Fitzgerald has managed to perplex, enthral, and amaze me once more.
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