CHAPTER 1 • 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 feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had." He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments. (1). To me, it seems as if the narrator, Nick, is very privileged, but he was raised with a moral conscious. Since he grew up in a privileged society, Nick knows that all anyone truly cares about is the size of someone’s wallet. Nick’s father’s advice allows him to not pass judgment on anyone and it allows Nick to be more conscience of his [class] whenever he meets new people. (Example: When Jordan spoke about class and he asked her to change the subject). His reserved judgement makes him want to have “the world to be uniformed.”
• The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, and, when the drawbridge is up to let the barges through, the passengers on the waiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half an hour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute, and it was because of this I first met Tom Buchanan’s mistress. The fact that he had one was insisted upon wherever he was known. His acquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular restaurants with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with whomever he knew. (24). Tom and Daisy obviously have issues in their marriage, apart from the fidelity, which is evident when they decide to argue in front of Nick. However, it still does not give Tom the right to cheat on Daisy and for Myrtle to cheat on her husband, Wilson. With a society where only class matters, I know Myrtle is obviously with Tom for his money; but why is Tom with Myrtle?
• Jordan Baker instinctively avoided clever, shrewd men, and now I saw that this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence from a code would be thought impossible. She was incurably dishonest. She wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this unwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to the world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body. It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply – I was casually sorry, and then I forgot. It was on that same house party that we had a curious conversation about driving a car. It started because she passed so close to some workmen that our fender flicked a button on one man’s...