Before I leave, I have to share part of a paragraph in chapter 3 that I read several times because it was so densely packed with goodness. In describing the celebrations at Gatsby's house:
"The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word." (40)That language just really jumped out at me. Anyway, happy reading! I'll be back ASAP!