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22 Cards in this Set
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Her voice is...
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Full of money
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$$
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Tom calls Gatsby...
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Mr Nobody from Nowhere
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Gatsby 'must have felt that...
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...he had lost the warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.'
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'Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery...
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...that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor'
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'Gatsby's enchanted objects...
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...had grown one less. Now it was again a green light on a dock'
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'The eyes of Doctor T.J Eckleburg...
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...are blue and gigantic- their retinas are one yard high'
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'I hope she'll be a fool-
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-that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.'
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'This is a valley of ashes-
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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'
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'I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house...
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...I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited- they went there.'
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'I felt a haunting loneliness...
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...sometimes, and felt it in others- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.'
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'They're a rotten crowd,'
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'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.'
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'So we beat on,
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boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past'
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'I felt a haunting loneliness...
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...sometimes, and felt it in others- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.'
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Already it was deep summer... |
on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat in pools of light.
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Road houses |
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'So we beat on,
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boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past'
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'The air is alive with chatter and laugher,
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and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names.'
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'I felt a haunting loneliness...
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...sometimes, and felt it in others- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.'
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'They're a rotten crowd,'
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'You're worth the whole damn bunch out together.'
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'So we beat on,
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boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past'
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'The air is alive with chatter and laugher,
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and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names.'
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The lights grow brighter... |
As the earth lurches away from the sun and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music. |
Sunlight |
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They look out of... |
No face, but instead from a pair enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. |
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