And so it happened
that on a warm windy evening
I drove over to East Egg
to see two old friends
whom I scarcely knew at all.
Their house was even more elaborate
than I expected,
a cheerful red-and-white
Georgian Colonial mansion,
overlooking the bay.
The lawn started at the beach and ran
toward the front door for a quarter of a mile,
jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens
finally when it reached the house drifting up
the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.
The front was broken by a line of French windows,
glowing now with reflected gold
and wide open to the warm windy afternoon,
and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes
was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.
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Good selection, and if I may ask, who is speaking right now? And in your own words how would you describe the house?
ReplyDeleteThe person speaking at the moment is the main character, Nick. Now if i where to describe the house I would say... "the large white and red mansion spread out before me seeming almost as large as the sprawling polo fields that surround it. The house itself seemed to be holding a never ending staring contest with the large bay that sits in front of it, seeming to have just lumbered out of an architecture book I looked on with awe"
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DeleteVery Good piece, but why do you think Fitzgerald would go somewhere when he scarcely knew the people?
ReplyDeleteGreat Job! I saw a couple of people choose this piece, what made you choose this part of the book?
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