Gatsby yearns for Daisy, Myrtle for Tom, everyone lusts after the elusive American Dream, and its promises of the Golden Boy and Girl. consequently they are all kept busy.. ironic isn't it, when all they pursue are either ethereal or too shallow, too intangible to be kept close. Gatsby.. he does not tire of his pursuit of Daisy, even til his death he remained a fool. Owl-eyes phrased it all too succinctly for me.. 'that poor son of a bitch'. in the end i realize that they are tired and dissatisfied with what they have because of the inherent superficiality of their desires.
so many paradoxes in a seemingly simple utterance by Nick, i think this is by far the most resounding quote of TGG that got stuck in my head the 849327594076th time i'm reading it. everytime i read TGG i take away a different thought, it's so amazing.
at this point in my life, thrills are but illusory.. i can't see what they promise, they elude me.
