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CH 3 Close Read Daisy and Gatsby

1) The narrator recalls an encounter with Daisy Buchanan (then Daisy Fay) in 1917 when she was 18. Daisy asked the narrator to tell the Red Cross she couldn't make bandages that day. 2) Daisy married Tom Buchanan in a lavish wedding in 1919. At her bachelorette party, she was drunk and crying with a letter in hand. 3) After their wedding, Daisy and Tom seemed very happy together, though Daisy seemed anxious when Tom left the room. The narrator notes there was something intriguing about Daisy's voice.

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CH 3 Close Read Daisy and Gatsby

1) The narrator recalls an encounter with Daisy Buchanan (then Daisy Fay) in 1917 when she was 18. Daisy asked the narrator to tell the Red Cross she couldn't make bandages that day. 2) Daisy married Tom Buchanan in a lavish wedding in 1919. At her bachelorette party, she was drunk and crying with a letter in hand. 3) After their wedding, Daisy and Tom seemed very happy together, though Daisy seemed anxious when Tom left the room. The narrator notes there was something intriguing about Daisy's voice.

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The Great Gatsby: Chapter Four Second Reading

One October day in nineteen-seventeen (said Jordan Baker that afternoon, sitting up very straight on a straight chair in the tea-garden at the Plaza Hotel) I was walking along from one place to another, half on the sidewalks and half on the lawns. I was happier on the lawns because I had on shoes from England with rubber nobs on the soles that bit into the soft ground. I had on a new plaid skirt also that blew a little in the wind, and whenever this happened the red, white, and blue banners in front of all the houses stretched out stiff and said tuttut-tut-tut, in a disapproving way. The largest of the banners and the largest of the lawns belonged to Daisy Fays house. She was just eighteen, two years older than me, and by far the most popular of all the young girls in Louisville. She dressed in white, and had a little white roadster, and all day long the telephone rang in her house and excited young officers from Camp Taylor demanded the privilege of monopolizing her that night. Anyways, for an hour! When I came opposite her house that morning, her white roadster was beside the curb, and she was sitting in it with a lieutenant I had never seen before. They were so engrossed in each other that she didnt see me until I was five feet away. Hello, Jordan, she called unexpectedly. Please come here. I was flattered that she wanted to speak to me, because of all the older girls I admired her most. She asked me if I was doing to the Red Cross and make bandages. I was. Well, then, would I tell them that she couldnt come that day? The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at some time, and because it seemed romantic to me I remember the incident ever since. His name was Jay Gatsby, and I didnt lay eyes on him again for over four yearseven after Id met him on Long Island I didnt realize it was the same man. That was nineteen-seventeen. By the next year I had a few beaux myself, and I began to play in tournaments, so I didnt see Daisy very often. She went with a slightly older crowdwhen she went with anyone at all. Wild rumors were circulating about herhow her mother had found her packing her bag one winter night to go to New York and say good-by to a soldier who was going overseas. She was effectually prevented, but she wasnt on speaking terms with her family for several weeks. After that she didnt play around with the soldiers anymore, but only with a few flat-footed, shortsighted young men in town, who couldnt get into the army at all. By the next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever. She had a debut after the Armistice, and in February she was presumably engaged to a man from New Orleans. In June she married Tom Buchanan of Chicago, with more pomp and circumstance than Louisville ever knew before. He came down with a hundred people in four private cars, and hired a whole floor of the Muhlbach Hotel, and

The Great Gatsby: Chapter Four Second Reading


the day before the wedding he gave her a string of pearls valued at three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I was a bridesmaid. I came into her room half an hour before the bridal dinner, and found her lying on her bed as lovely as the June night in her flowered dressand as drunk as a monkey. She had a bottle of Sauterne in one hand and a letter in the other. Gratulate me, she muttered. Never had a drink before, but oh how I do enjoy it. Whats the matter, Daisy? I was scared, I can tell you; Id never seen a girl like that before. Here, deares. She groped around in a waste-basket she had with her on the bed and pulled out the string of pearls. Take em down-stairs and give em back to whoever they belong to. Tell em all Daisys change her mine. Say: Daisys change her mine! She began to cryshe cried and cried. I rushed out and found her mothers maid, and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath. She wouldnt let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up into a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow. But she didnt say another word. We gave her spirits of ammonia and put ice on her forehead and hooked her back into her dress, and half an hour later, when we walked out of the room, the pearls were around her neck and the incident was over. Next day at five oclock she married Tom Buchanan without so much as a shiver, and started off on a three months trip to the South Seas, I saw them in Santa Barbara when they came back, and I thought Id never seen a girl so mad about her husband. If he left the room for a minute shed look around uneasily, and say: Wheres Tom gone? and wear the most abstracted expression until she saw him coming in the door. She used to sit on the sand with his head in her lap by the hour, rubbing her fingers over his eyes and looking at him with unfathomable delight. It was touching to see them togetherit made you laugh in a hushed, fascinated way. That was in August. A week after I left Santa Barbara Tom ran into a wagon on the Ventura road one night, and ripped a front wheel off his car. The girl who was with him got into the papers, too, because her arm was brokenshe was one of the chambermaids in the Santa Barbara Hotel. The next April Daisy had her little girl, and they went to France for a year. I saw them one spring in Cannes, and later in Deauville, and then they came back to Chicago to settle down. Daisy was popular in Chicago, as you know. They moved with a fast crowd, all of them young and rich and wild, but she came out with an absolutely perfect reputation. Perhaps because she doesnt drink. Its a

The Great Gatsby: Chapter Four Second Reading


great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they dont see or care. Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at alland yet theres something in that voice of hers Well, about six weeks ago, she heard the name Gatsby for the first time in years. It was when I asked youdo you remember? if you knew Gatsby in West Egg. After you had gone home she came into my room and woke me up, and said: What Gatsby? and when I described himI was half asleep she said in the strangest voice that it must be the man she used to know. It wasnt until then that I connected this Gatsby with the officer in her white car (74-77).

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