F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby
— she was one of the chambermaids in the Santa Barbara Hotel. The next April Daisy had her little girl, and they went to
France for a year. I saw them one spring in Cannes, and later in Deauville, and then they came back to Chicago to settle down. Daisy was popular in Chicago, as you know. They moved with a fast crowd, all of them young and rich and wild, but she came out with an absolutely perfect reputation. Perhaps because she doesn‟t drink. It‟s a great advantage not to drink among hard- drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don‟t see or care. Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all — and yet there‟s something in that voice of hers. . . . Well, about six weeks ago, she heard the name Gatsby for
the first time in years. It was when I asked you — do you remember?— if you knew Gatsby in West Egg. After you had gone home she came into my room and woke me up, and said: “What Gatsby?” and when I described him —I was half asleep — she said in the strangest voice that it must be the man she used to know. It wasn‟t until then that I connected this Gatsby with the officer in her white car.