Poppinjay

THE GREAT GATSBY
As depicted by the most arrested man in America, and friends


Don’t bring Tom.


What?


Don’t bring Tom.


“Who is ‘Tom’?” she asked innocently.

The day agreed upon was pouring rain. At eleven o’clock a man in a raincoat, dragging a lawn-mower, tapped at my front door and said that Mr. Gatsby had sent him over to cut my grass. This reminded me that I had forgotten to tell my Finn to come back, so I drove into West Egg Village to search for her among soggy, whitewashed alleys and to buy some cups and lemons and flowers.

The flowers were unnecessary, for at two o’clock a greenhouse arrived from Gatsby’s, with innumerable receptacles to contain it. An hour later the front door opened nervously, and Gatsby, in a white flannel suit, silver shirt, and gold-colored tie, hurried in. He was pale, and there were dark signs of sleeplessness beneath his eyes.


Is everything all right?


The grass looks fine, if that’s what you mean.

What grass? Oh, the grass in the yard.


He looked out the window at it, but, judging from his expression, I don’t believe he saw a thing.

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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet

BadNick

damn I hate those nervous front doors
-----Added 22/7/2008 at 03 : 55 : 54-----
Poppinjay,
As an H.E. fan, you probably already knew about this. But in an effort to learn more about this "fascinating" person, I stumbled upon this picture of his "aura" emitting from Mt. Olympus on Mars...btw, it's the highest mountain (actually a volcano) in our solar system...and along with our friend there appears to be some molecules of Saddam Hussein mixed in for good measure.