Flashcards in Wealth and Class Deck (22):
Impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire
Spent a year in France for no particular reason....drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together
Asserted her membership to a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged
Ashes grow like wheat...grotesque gardens...ash-grey men....obscure operations
Under Doctor Eckleburg's persistent stare
'I thought he knew something about breeding, but he wasn't fit to lick my shoe'
'He had on a dress suit and leather shoes, and I couldn't keep my eyes off him'
Dignified homogeneity...East Egg condensing West Egg
Whose elaborate formality of speech just missed being absurd
Racy, adventurous feel of it at night
Everybody had seen it...rich cream colour...labyrinth of wind-shields that mirrored a dozen suns
'The city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of nonolfactory money
Appalled by its raw vigour that chafed under the old euphemisms and by the too obtrusive fate that herded its inhabitants along a short-cut from nothing to nothing
'What'll we plan?'....'What do people plan?'
'Her voice is full of money'
'Mr Nobody from Nowhere'
Inexplicable amount of dust everywhere
Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves...and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness....and let other people clean up the mess they made