Thursday, November 3, 2016

invisible secrets

------------------------------ [excerpt, Fitzgerald] ---------------------------- It was all very careless and confused.  They were careless people, Tom and Daisy -- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made....

I shook hands with him; it seemed silly not to, for I felt suddenly as though I were talking to a child.  Then he went into the jewelry store to buy a pearl necklace -- or perhaps only a pair of cuff buttons -- rid of my provincial squeamishness forever.

Gatsby's house was still empty when I left -- the grass on his lawn had grown as long as mine. ...

I spent my Saturday nights in New York because those gleaming, dazzling parties of his were with me so vividly that I could still hear the music and the laughter, faint and incessant, from his garden, and the cars going up and down his drive. 

One night I did hear a material car there, and saw its lights stop at his front steps.  But I didn't investigate.  Probably it was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn't know that the party was over.

{The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald.  1925.  Charles Scribner's Sons.}