Quote from Chapter V: Daisy and Jay meet again after they almost five years, years in which Gatsby has never stopped loving her. After years on the memory of man idealized Daisy collides with reality, moments of surprise and then his voice, like a cascade of coins , makes him understand the superiority of the beloved than the dream .
When I went to say goodbye I saw it was back on the faces of Gatsby surprised expression, as if he had been born a slight doubt on the extent of present happiness. almost five years! Even in that afternoon there must have been moments when Daisy was not up to the dream not his fault, but because of colossal vitality of his illusion that went beyond Daisy, whatever. Gatsby you had thrown himself with creative passion, continued to rise, bright and decorated with every feather that the wind at your sospingesse hand. There is no fire nor frost that challenge what a man can accumulate in the heart.
When I looked at him, visibly recovered. He held in his hand to her, and when Daisy said something softly to your ear, approached her in a fit of emotion. I think that the voice avvincesse with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, especially because could not exceed dream: that voice was a deathless song.
I had forgotten, but Daisy glanced up and held out his hand, Gatsby did not recognize me at all. I looked at them again and I returned the look, remote, dominated by an intense life. Then I left the room and down the marble steps in the rain, lasciadoli alone.
another quote from Chapter V, just before the confrontation between dream and reality of Gatsby, Daisy have just taken it in confidence by setting aside the embarrassment, the two lovers look to the sky through a window .
"Look," whispered her, then added, "I wish I could take one of those pink clouds, mettertici fartici in and roll."
At this point I tried to leave, but did not want to hear; maybe my presence helped them to feel alone.
When I went to say goodbye I saw it was back on the faces of Gatsby surprised expression, as if he had been born a slight doubt on the extent of present happiness. almost five years! Even in that afternoon there must have been moments when Daisy was not up to the dream not his fault, but because of colossal vitality of his illusion that went beyond Daisy, whatever. Gatsby you had thrown himself with creative passion, continued to rise, bright and decorated with every feather that the wind at your sospingesse hand. There is no fire nor frost that challenge what a man can accumulate in the heart.
When I looked at him, visibly recovered. He held in his hand to her, and when Daisy said something softly to your ear, approached her in a fit of emotion. I think that the voice avvincesse with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, especially because
I had forgotten, but Daisy glanced up and held out his hand, Gatsby did not recognize me at all. I looked at them again and I returned the look, remote, dominated by an intense life. Then I left the room and down the marble steps in the rain, lasciadoli alone.
another quote from Chapter V, just before the confrontation between dream and reality of Gatsby, Daisy have just taken it in confidence by setting aside the embarrassment, the two lovers look to the sky through a window .
"Look," whispered her, then added, "I wish I could take one of those pink clouds, mettertici fartici in and roll."
At this point I tried to leave, but did not want to hear;
