He had been full of the idea so long dreamed it right through to the end waited with his teeth set so to speak at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. ‘Can’t repeat the past?’ he cried incredulously. ‘Why of course you can!’ Oh you want too much! I love you now—isn’t that enough? I can’t help what’s past. I did love him once—but I loved you too. He waited listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. ‘I suppose Daisy’ll call too.’ He looked at me anxiously as if he hoped I’d corroborate this. (Chapter 5) 6) she cried to Gatsby. 7) 8)