The great gatsby

I remember everything about that day ,it was a sad day, after two years.
Reporters, journalists, were in Gatsby’s mansion asking things about his life , untrue stories, more

exaggerated than the rumors about Gatsby when he was throwing his parties. Someone started to ask me questions, but I continued walking saying nothing. I felt confused , all my relationship with Gatsby was over, and lots of reporters didn’t know wath they were doing, hurting me asking me stupid questions. they wanted to know Gatsby’s relationship with Myrtle and Wilson. I found myself on Gatsby’s side, and alone. I called  Daisy, I called her instinctively and without hesitation. But she and Tom had gone away early that day.

I tried to hold a large funeral for him, but all of Gatsby’s former friends and acquaintances have either disappeared—Tom and Daisy, for instance, move away with no forwarding address—or refuse to come, like Meyer Wolfshiem and Klipspringer. The latter claims that he has a social engagement in Westport and asks Nick to send along his tennis shoes

The only people to attend the funeral were  me , Owl Eyes, a few servants, and Gatsby’s father, Henry C. Gatz, who has come all the way from Minnesota. I didn’t thought  that a man who was an amazing person,because all people loved him and went to his parties, all those people left him ago.

After all this situation I made the decision to leave and to broke up with Jordan , I loved her , but for now I wanted to be alone.

Later, I met with Tom , he told me that he was the one who told Wilson that Gatsby owned the car that killed Myrtle. He says that Gatsby deserved to die. I come to the conclusion that Tom and Daisy are careless  people and that they destroy people and things, knowing that their money will shield them from having to face any negative consequences.

I remenber life in the Midwest, full of snow, trains, and beautiful Christmas, and I think that the East seems distorted by comparison.

Before I left Egg, I went to Gatsby’s mansion,  I wanted to see it once more , I walked on  the beach and I started to think about all moments with him.

I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all—Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we had deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life