IX

After two years I remember the rest of that day, and that night and the next day, only as an endless drill of police and…

VIII

I couldn’t sleep all night; a foghorn was groaning incessantly on the Sound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams. Toward…

VII

It was when curiosity about Gatsby was at its highest that the lights in his house failed to go on one Saturday night—and, as obscurely…

VI

About this time an ambitious young reporter from New York arrived one morning at Gatsby’s door and asked him if he had anything to say.…

V

When I came home to West Egg that night I was afraid for a moment that my house was on fire. Two o’clock and the…

IV

On Sunday morning while church bells rang in the villages alongshore, the world and its mistress returned to Gatsby’s house and twinkled hilariously on his…

III

There was music from my neighbour’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the…

II

About halfway between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile,…

I

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you…

The Great Gatsby

In the glittering Jazz Age, on the shores of Long Island, a mysterious millionaire named Jay Gatsby throws lavish parties in an attempt to win…