Nick Carraway's Blog

Few months after Gatsby’s death, I met Tom Buchanan on the Fifth Avenue. He looked just as usual, standing on the street in an aggressive and arrogant way. I hated to talk to him after that thing happened, and at this moment I wished he could just pass me by. But unfortunately he still saw me and held out his hand. Usually I see myself as a polite person, but this time I refused to shake hands with him. I was disgusted to see Tom Buchanan acting like he had never done anything wrong, or maybe in his opinion all those things were understandable. I guessed this was not the first time he did this kind of thing, finding a scapegoat for his own mistake. I felt bad for Gatsby. He did nothing wrong, but he was finally killed by Wilson because of Tom Buchanan’s lies. Even though the thing had been over as Gatsby died, I was still not able to forgive Tom. He had never truly confessed, so he did not deserve that forgiveness. I knew Tom would get angry if I objected him, but ...

Daisy and I visited Gatsby’s mansion in that raining afternoon. Even though I had come to his party before and known his house was huge, I was again surprised by it when we actually came in. His house seemed to have everything you could ever imagine, and its lavish style shocked me a lot. Usually I felt my small cottage was comfortable enough to live, but now it looked poor under the big contrast. Gatsby guided us to walk around his mansion, and lead us to his bedroom. When I saw he throwing all kinds of shirts to Daisy, I felt like I was in another world where he was the king of universe and Daisy was his queen. I was happy to see them be together, but also felt a little sad since I knew that time would last long. Daisy cried in piles of new clothes, saying that she had never seen such beautiful shirts. I suddenly felt bad for Gatsby. I thought Daisy was happy because she was again close to Gatsby, but it seemed those beautiful shirts made her even happier. I was ...

I still remembered the scene when I first time saw Gatsby. I was returning from Tom and Daisy’s home after dinner, and when I came back, I saw a shadow on my neighbor’s lawn. I was pretty sure it was Gatsby even though I had never seen him before. Gatsby was so mysterious that I felt no one really knew him well, even those people who came to his party every day. Everyone was curious about his story and where his money came from, and certainly I was no exception. Gatsby stood with a back towards me, so I could not see his face. I was wondering what his face looked like: was he handsome, or was he just like an average person. It seemed that Gatsby was overlooking something on the sea. I was not sure what he was looking at, but all I could see from my position was a green light emitted from the end of Buchanan’s dock. It was not a big strong light, and in my eyes there was nothing special. I did not know why the light was so attractive to Gatsby that he could stand there for t...