F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby The evening had made me light-headed and happy; I think I
walked into a deep sleep as I entered my front door. So I didn‟t know whether or not Gatsby went to Coney Island, or for how many hours he “glanced into rooms.” while his house blazed gaudily on. I called up Daisy from the office next morning, and invited her to come to tea. “Don‟t bring Tom,” I warned her. “What?” “Don‟t bring Tom.” “Who is „Tom‟?” she asked innocently. The day agreed upon was pouring rain. At eleven o‟clock a
man in a raincoat, dragging a lawn-mower, tapped at my front door and said that Mr. Gatsby had sent him over to cut my grass. This reminded me that I had forgotten to tell my Finn to come back, so I drove into West Egg Village to search for her among soggy, whitewashed alleys and to buy some cups and lemons and flowers. The flowers were unnecessary, for at two o‟clock a
greenhouse arrived from Gatsby‟s, with innumerable receptacles to contain it. An hour later the front door opened nervously, and Gatsby, in a white flannel suit, silver shirt, and gold-colored tie, hurried in. He was pale, and there were dark signs of sleeplessness beneath his eyes.