|
Nick
Carraway |
Jay Gatsby |
Daisy
Buchanan |
Tom
Buchanan |
History
|
the narrator of the story from a “prominent, well-to-do
people in this middle-western city” (7) who fought in “that delayed
Teutonic migration known as the Great War” (7)… then went East to
learn the “bond business” |
will
be discussed (Nick’s
next door neighbor; Daisy’s old love) |
“Daisy
was my second cousin once removed” (10) |
“[Daisy’s] husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven—a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterwards savours of anti-climax. His family were enormously wealthy…it was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that” (10) |
Physical
Descriptions |
N/A
(narrator) |
“…I was looking at an
elegant young rough-neck, a year or two over thirty, whose elaborate
formality of speech just missed being absurd… I’d got a strong
impression that he was picking his words with care” (53) |
her laugh: “an absurd,
charming little laugh” (13) “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. Her face was sad and lovely with
bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there
was an excitement in her voice…a singing compulsion, a whispered
‘Listen,’ a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a
while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next
hour” (14) |
“a sturdy, straw haired man
of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining,
arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the
appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate
swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of his
body…” (11) “his speaking voice, a gruff
husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There
was a touch of paternal contempt in it…” (11) |
Outlook/ Attitude |
“life is more successfully
looked at from a single window, after all” (9) “I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known” (64) “It is invariably saddening
to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expanded your own
powers of adjustment” (111) |
“…there
was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the
promises of life…it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic
readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is
not likely I shall ever find again.” (6) “Then
came the war, old sport. It was a great relief and I tried very hard to
die but I seemed to bear an enchanted life” (70) “He
was a son of God… and he must be about His Father’s Business, the
service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty” (104) “’Can’t
repeat the past?’ he cried incredulously. ‘Why of course you
can!’” (116) |
“Well,
I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about
everything” (21) “the
best thing a girl can be in this world…a beautiful little fool” (21) “Her voice is full of money” (127) “High
in a white palace the king’s daughter, the golden girl…” (127) |
“I felt that Tom would drift
on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some
irrevocable football game” (10) “I’ve gotten to be a
terrible pessimist about things” (17) “Something was making him
nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no
longer nourished his peremptory heart” (25) |
Effects
on
Others |
|
“It was one of those rare
smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it… It faced—or seemed
to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated
on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood
you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you
would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely
the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey” (52) |
“she laughed again, as if she
said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into
my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted
to see” (13) |
“[he] compelled me from the
room as though he were moving a checker to another square” (16) |