can't repeat the past? why of course you can!
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. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.
"I wouldn't ask to much of her", I ventured. "You can't repeat the past". "Can't repeat the past?", he cried incredlously. "Why of course you can!". He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. "I'm going to fix everything just the way it was before", he said nodding determinedly, "she'll see".
He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to discover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was...
The Great Gatsby. Den är helt galen. <3
