Once the horn went all the way through him and he felt it go into the sand.

She loved him as always, but she realized now it was only a boy and girl love.

Finally the officer told the soldiers it was no good trying to make him stand up.

It was much lighter on the logging road as the timber was cut away on both sides.

It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before.

Too heavy to lift and you could shoot through it and they would have to climb over it.

It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.

I meant nothing in particular by this remark, but it was taken up in an unexpected way.

He had to polish it from morning till night, until finally it began to affect his nose⁠—

It was lonely and rainy there, and there was a battalion of arditi quartered in the town.

And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit.

Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man.

Or, rather, as I didn’t know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name.

Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn.

Nick’s father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it was heating he spoke to Nick.

It was understood he would not drink, and he did not want to see his friends or anyone in the States.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man.

Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row.

It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.

He was very short with a brown face and quite drunk and he said, “After all, it has happened before like that.”

It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America.

They felt as though they were married, but they wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so they could not lose it.

And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked⁠—and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.

Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”

He tried five times and the crowd was quiet because it was a good bull and it looked like him or the bull and then he finally made it.

I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.

It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

This increased Cohn’s distaste for boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange sort, and it certainly improved his nose.

At this point Miss Baker said: “Absolutely!” with such suddenness that I started⁠—it was the first word she had uttered since I came into the room.

All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, “Why⁠—ye-es,” with very grave, hesitant faces.

They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved him and how it was impossible to get along without him and how terrible it was missing him at night.

It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York⁠—and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land.

When they stopped the music for the crouch he hunched down in the street with them all and when they started it again he jumped up and went dancing down the street with them.

One day she found that she liked it the way the hair was black on his arms and how white they were above the tanned line when he washed up in the washbasin outside the house.

The crowd came over the barrera and around the torero and two men grabbed him and held him and someone cut off his pigtail and was waving it and a kid grabbed it and ran away with it.

She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall.

It was very beautiful in the spring and summer, the bay blue and bright and usually whitecaps on the lake out beyond the point from the breeze blowing from Charlevoix and Lake Michigan.

He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at Princeton.

It was sharply different from the West, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase towards its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself.

No⁠—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbour’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires⁠—all for eighty dollars a month.

The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men.

A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.

This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe it⁠—I had no sight into Daisy’s heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.

The lawn started at the beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sundials and brick walks and burning gardens⁠—finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.

To her son these words conveyed an extraordinary joy, as if it were settled the expedition were bound to take place, and the wonder to which he had looked forward, for years and years it seemed, was, after a night’s darkness and a day’s sail, within touch.

The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard⁠—it was a factual imitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden.