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Analysis Of The Book ' The Great Gatsby ' By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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After a year or so of living in my Middle West paradise, the cold, merciless hand of the East Coast came and rapped on my front door. It arrived in the form of a letter from Daisy, who, in a magic act that could rival Harry Houdini, disappeared with her hulking husband and her oh-so precious daughter, only to brutally reappear in the envelope resting in my hands. The envelope was heavy, as if the weight of the three years since that infamous summer had all been transferred to this single letter. Simply holding it I knew I would not be able to handle myself if I were to simply toss it into my fireplace and attempt to forget its existence. So I brought it in from my snow-covered mailbox and into the safety of my home. After opening it, one …show more content…

So much has happened Nick, I don’t even know where to begin. It feels like everything has gone sour. And I’ve tried to be better, that’s the honest to God truth, I’ve tried. But it seems like some higher power just has it out for me or something. Nicky, I need your help. I’ve got myself into a pretty terrible situation and I don’t know anyone who can get me out. Besides you, of course. But I’m afraid you won’t comprehend the urgency of my situation. I promise you, I wouldn’t have contacted you if my predicament were any less difficult. Europe was so grand. Tom and I agreed, it was the most magical place either of us had ever been. I have to admit I was a little wary of going, knowing Tom and all, but it was just wonderful. We got a little apartment, Tom and Pammy and I, in the center of Paris. It had these gorgeous windows, Nick, they were simply divine. They opened out to the street, and I’ll tell you, I could just look out of those windows for hours. I would stare at the people going into all the little shops on our street. There was this little bakery that made the most delicious scones. You should have tasted them, Nick, they were unlike anything I had ever had before. I felt so alive, as though it was our second honeymoon. Tom and I were in love again, and the air was crisp, and the sky was blue, and the birds would sing every morning during breakfast. The whole town just glowed with hope. But at times it was difficult to keep

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