"For several weeks, I haven't seen Gatsby or heard his voice on the phone--I was mostly in New York, walking around with Jordan and trying to please myself with her senile aunt. I went over to his house one Sunday afternoon, and there was a party of three on horseback--Tom and a man named Sloane and a pretty woman."
I believe we have met somewhere. Mr. Buchanan.
So I did. I remember very well..
Gatsby looks interesting.
I'm afraid I won't be able to come.
Certainly. I'd be delighted to have you.
We'll all come to your next party, Mr. Gatsby. What do you say?
"Gatsby invites them to his party. Meanwhile, Sloane backs out of the conversation while Tom has thoughts."
Grrrr... Who is the heck is this dude?!
I haven't got a horse. I'll have to follow you in my car. Excuse me for a minute.
Well, you come. We won't be late if we start now.
I will find out who this guy is!
Look around.
"Everyone arrived at Gatsby's party. Daisy is having a fun time at the party, while Tom's eyes roamed the crowd."
I'm looking around. I'm having a marvelous-
"Gatsby invites Daisy to dance while Tom has supper with other people. Gatsby has never danced before."
"After the party, Gatsby gets depressed about Daisy not enjoying the last half hour."
She didn't like it. She didn't like it... She didn't have a good time..
Of course she did. I wouldn't ask too much of her. You can't repeat the past.