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“…a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air” (p.26)
“Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water…” (p.9)
“and distinguished nothing except a single green
light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock.” (p.24)
“…Fifth Avenue, so warm and soft, almost pastoral, on the summer Sunday afternoon…” (p.31)
“The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard—it was a factual imitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool and more than forty acres of lawn and garden” (p.7) Gatsby’s house shows that Gatsby is a lover of all things detailed and classy.
“I lived at West Egg, the—well, the less fashionable of the two…” (p.7)
“grey land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it” (p.26)
“…jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western Hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound.” (p.7) This separates the different types of wealthy people from each other.
“…a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay.” (p.9)
“My own house was an eye-sore, but it was a small eye-sore, and it had been overlooked…”(p.7)
“on the top floor—a small living room, a small dining room, a small bedroom and a bath. The living room was crowded to the doors with a set of tapestried furniture entirely too large for it” (p.32)
“The interior was unprosperous and bare; the only car visible was the dust-covered wreck of a Ford which crouched in a dim corner” (p.28) This shows that Wilson is poor and does not get very much business.
“The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic—their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose” (p.26)