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Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
To withhold judgment is to leave a little room for hope. People are rarely only what their worst moments make them seem.
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From Today's Passage
I
Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
To withhold judgment is to leave a little room for hope. People are rarely only what their worst moments make them seem.
I
And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
A bitter wish can carry the shape of the world that made it necessary. Beneath the glamour, there is sorrow over what women are taught to survive.
I
The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life.
An ordinary night can suddenly feel charged with promise. Its beauty is tender because disillusion has not yet fully entered the room.
I
Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock.
A distant hope can be almost invisible and still govern an entire life. The smallest light may become powerful when longing gathers around it.
II
I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
To be enchanted and repelled at once is to stand honestly before the world. Fascination often begins in that uneasy doubleness.
III
It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.
A rare smile can make a person feel wholly understood for a moment. Its magic lies in offering reassurance without asking for proof.
III
It faced—or seemed to face—the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour.
Some gestures feel intimate because they seem to include the whole world and then choose one person. Charm is powerful when it makes attention feel like shelter.
III
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Curiosity is tender before it becomes possession. Some feelings begin not as love, but as a gentle leaning toward another life.
III
The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something—most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning—and one day I found what it was.
Indifference often hides something more vulnerable underneath. The masks people wear eventually reveal the very thing they were meant to conceal.
IV
The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.
A city looks newly born when hope is still fresh enough to meet it. Promise shines brightest before experience begins to name its cost.
V
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.
A dream can make every object around it seem valuable or empty. Love becomes dangerous when reality must answer to another person’s eyes.
V
After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence.
Wonder becomes almost unbearable when a dream steps into the room. Joy trembles most when it has been imagined for too long.
V
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.
Memory can grow so powerful that the present cannot compete with it. What we store in the heart may outshine everything actually before us.
V
I looked once more at them and they looked back at me, remotely, possessed by intense life.
To stand near someone else’s dream is to feel both its warmth and its distance. Some intensities can only be witnessed from the edge.
VI
The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself.
A person can invent a self before the world gives permission. The danger is that the dream may become too beautiful to revise.
VI
But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.
Desire can become weather inside the heart. When longing never rests, even beauty begins to feel storm-tossed.
VI
To young Gatz, resting on his oars and looking up at the railed deck, that yacht represented all the beauty and glamour in the world.
Glamour can give ambition a shape before the dreamer knows its cost. A beautiful object may become the first altar of longing.
VI
After all, in the very casualness of Gatsby’s party there were romantic possibilities totally absent from her world.
Disorder may look like freedom to someone trapped inside polish and certainty. Romance sometimes enters through what respectability cannot control.
VI
His heart beat faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own.
Desire becomes dangerous when nearness feels like destiny. A dream can tremble most violently when it is finally within reach.
VII
In this heat every extra gesture was an affront to the common store of life.
Heat makes every gesture feel excessive. Weather becomes the pressure under which hidden tensions finally break.
VII
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Fresh starts are easy to imagine when the air itself changes. Autumn can make renewal feel possible, even for hearts that repeat old patterns.
VII
I think he was afraid they would dart down a side-street and out of his life forever.
The fear of losing someone can make every street feel like an escape route. Love grows anxious when it knows it cannot command another life.
VII
I suppose you’ve got to make your house into a pigsty in order to have any friends—in the modern world.
Friendship built on display is a lonely bargain. A house filled with guests may still fail to become a home.
VII
“I did love him once—but I loved you too.
Love becomes painful when the past refuses to stay pure. A heart may want one clear devotion, while life has already become more tangled.
VII
They weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale—and yet they weren’t unhappy either.
The untouched meal says what the room cannot. Wealth may soften discomfort, but it cannot make a hollow life feel glad.
VII
So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight—watching over nothing.
Devotion can continue after its object has already vanished. The saddest loyalty is the one still keeping watch over nothing.
VIII
He was clutching at some last hope and I couldn’t bear to shake him free.
Sometimes mercy would mean taking away the hope that keeps someone standing. It is painful to know the truth and still hesitate to speak it.
VIII
It amazed him—he had never been in such a beautiful house before.
A beautiful house can materialize a dream and still fail to satisfy it. Splendor is lonely when it exists for another person’s approval.
VIII
She vanished into her rich house, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby—nothing.
Wealth can close a door more firmly than anger. A dream built toward another person may end outside the house it longed to enter.
VIII
She wanted her life shaped now, immediately—and the decision must be made by some force—of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality—that was close at hand.
Security can make decision feel urgent and love feel like a practical force. A life may seek not romance alone, but something close enough to hold.
VIII
The lawn and drive had been crowded with the faces of those who guessed at his corruption—and he had stood on those steps, concealing his incorruptible dream, as he waved them goodbye.
A dream can remain clean even while a crowd gathers to suspect it. The loneliness is in waving goodbye to people who cannot imagine innocence.
VIII
If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
Living too long with one dream can make the warm world feel lost. Longing is beautiful until it asks a life to pay too much.
VIII
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about… like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.
After a dream collapses, the world can feel solid and unreal at once. Desire may keep breathing even among ghosts.
IX
“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead,” he suggested.
Friendship shown too late is only ceremony. Love matters most while the living can still receive it.
IX
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us.
Longing can enlarge a life, though it can also blur the present. We often move forward guided by hopes that remain just beyond our reach.