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Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply - I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.

He smiled understandingly - much more than understandingly. (...) It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you like 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.

Once there they were introduced by somebody who knew Gatsby, and after that they conducted themselves according to the rules of behavior associated with an amusement park. Sometimes they came and went without having met Gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission.

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. 'All right,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.'

Jeg hadde drukket to skylleboller med champagne, og nå betraktet jeg det som foregikk rundt meg, som noe betydningsfullt, primitivt og dypsindig.

" 'Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!' "?

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. "You always looks so cool", she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw. He was astounded. His mouth opened a little and he looked at Gatsby and then back at Daisy as if he just recognized her as someone he knew a long time ago.

Det eneste jeg kunne si, var det eneste som ikke kunne sies, nemlig at det ikke var sant.