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"The Gatsby Gazette" (Photo Album Project)
Transcript of "The Gatsby Gazette" (Photo Album Project)
"He had nothing left to lose," says neighbor Michaelis.
Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering.
New York In a New York Minute!
Gatsby murdered; Wilson commits suicide
Tuesday, August 29, 1922
Vol XCIII, No. 311
Who's the Talk of Long Island?
Carraway & friends subject of gossip
"Involuntarily I glanced seaward- and distinguished nothing except a single green light minute, and far away, that might have been at the end of a dock."
Life in the Fast Lane
Jay Gatsby- "Precisely at that point it vanished- and I was looking at an elegant young roughneck, a year or two older over thirty, whose elaborate formality of speech just missed being absurd."
Tom Buchanan- "Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and supercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward."
Daisy Buchanan- "Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour."
Nick Carraway- "I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him - with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father's office."
Jordan Baker- "She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet."
Coney Island Collage
The Gatsby Gazette
Just how much has Jay Gatsby's bachelor eligibility changed?
"Let's go to Coney Island, old sport. In my car."
The green light shines from Daisy Buchanan's dock in East Egg.
The Green Light
George Wilson's garage located in the Valley of Ashes.
"God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing! You may fool me, but you can't fool God!"
"The police, on the strength of what he said to Michaelis, that he 'had a way of finding out' supposed that he had spent time going from garage to garage thereabout, inquiring for a yellow car."
Some dim impulse moved the policeman to look suspiciously at Tom.
"And what color's your car?"
"It's a blue car, a coupe."
"She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up into a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow."
"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars."
Daisy Fay's childhood home in Louisville, Kentucky.
Gatsby hosts one of his parties.
Nick runs into Tom on Fifth Avenue.
"When Jordan Baker had finished telling all this we had left the Plaza for half and hour and were driving in a Victoria through Central Park."
"I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye."
Myrtle and Tom's apartment in New York.
"The old Metropole," brooded Mr. Wolfsheim gloomily. Filled with faces dead and gone."
A view of the Plaza Hotel from Central Park.