New York, 1922
"Human beings in a mob..."
The tempo of the city had changed sharply.
The buildings were higher.
The parties were bigger.
The morals were looser and the liquor was cheaper.
"I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture."
The restlessness approached hysteria.
"Shall we?"
"Who is this Gatsby?"
"Do you know him?"
"War hero."
"Mr. Gatsby doesn't exist."
"Gatsby, what Gatsby?"
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Gatsby would like to speak to you, alone."
"I'm certainly glad to see you again."
"I'm certainly glad to see you as well."
"Human beings in a mob..."
The tempo of the city had changed sharply.
The buildings were higher.
The parties were bigger.
The morals were looser and the liquor was cheaper.
"I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture."
The restlessness approached hysteria.
"Shall we?"
"Who is this Gatsby?"
"Do you know him?"
"War hero."
"Mr. Gatsby doesn't exist."
"Gatsby, what Gatsby?"
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Gatsby would like to speak to you, alone."
"I'm certainly glad to see you again."
"I'm certainly glad to see you as well."
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