#fitzgerald
The great Gatsby,Baz Luhrmann(2013):
PS: Pictures not mine, credits to the owner.
Rating: 9/10
- Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
- All the bright precious things fade so fast… and they don’t come back.
- Well, I don’t care. He gives large parties, and I like large parties - they’re so intimate. Small parties, there isn’t any privacy.
- I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love…
- I hope she’ll be a fool - that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
- Stocks reached record peaks, and Wall Street boomed a steady golden roar. The parties were bigger, the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the models were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired. Making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them.
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"You’re implying that I haven’t used myself very well?“
"Well, I can’t judge. A man, of course, has to go through a lot more, and I’ve been sheltered.”
“Oh, don’t stall, please, Clara,” Amory interrupted; “but do talk about me a little, won’t you?”
“Surely, I’d adore to.” She didn’t smile.
"That’s sweet of you. First answer some questions. Am I painfully conceited?“
"Well—no, you have tremendous vanity, but it’ll amuse the people who notice its preponderance.”
“You’re really humble at heart. You sink to the third hell of depression when you think you’ve been slighted. In fact, you haven’t much self-respect.”
“Centre of target twice, Clara. How do you do it? You never let me say a word.”
“Of course not—I can never judge a man while he’s talking. But I’m not through; the reason you have so little real self-confidence, even though you gravely announce to the occasional philistine that you think you’re a genius, is that you’ve attributed all sorts of atrocious faults to yourself and are trying to live up to them. For instance, you’re always saying that you are a slave to high-balls.”
“And you say you’re a weak character, that you’ve no will.”
“Not a bit of will—I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires——”
“You are not!” She brought one little fist down onto the other. “You’re a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.”
“You certainly interest me. If this isn’t boring you, go on.”
“I notice that when you want to stay over an extra day from college you go about it in a sure way. You never decide at first while the merits of going or staying are fairly clear in your mind. You let your imagination shinny on the side of your desires for a few hours, and then you decide. Naturally your imagination, after a little freedom, thinks up a million reasons why you should stay, so your decision when it comes isn’t true. It’s biassed.”
“Yes,” objected Amory, “but isn’t it lack of will-power to let my imagination shinny on the wrong side?”
“My dear boy, there’s your big mistake. This has nothing to do with will-power; that’s a crazy, useless word, anyway; you lack judgment—the judgment to decide at once when you know your imagination will play you false, given half a chance.”
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One of my most vivid memories is of coming back West from prep school and later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther than Chicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at six o’clock of a December evening, with a few Chicago friends, already caught up into their own holiday gayeties, to bid them a hasty good-by. I remember the fur coats of the girls returning from Miss This-or-that’s and the chatter of frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught sight of old acquaintances, and the matchings of invitations: “Are you going to the Ordways’? the Herseys’? the Schultzes’?” and the long green tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. And last the murky yellow cars of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul railroad looking cheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate.
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again.
That’s my Middle West — not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.
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The prettiest purse from Well Read Company - and one of my favourite titles too! Absolutely in love with this little gem
Book mood board:The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925)
“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”
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“A sense of the fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Gryffindor
- The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
- Henry V by William Shakespeare
- Beowulf
- War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
- Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
- Profiles in Courage by John F. Kennedy
- The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
- Histories by Herodatus
- Democracy in America by Alexis de Tocqueville
Hufflepuff
- East of Eden by John Stenbeck
- Othelloby William Shakespeare
- To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
- Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
- Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
- Love In the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- White Fang by Jack London
- The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
- The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
- A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
Ravenclaw
- Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
- The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri
- The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
- The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
- Animal Farm by George Orwell
- Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
- The Odyssey by Homer
- Middlemarch by George Eliot
- Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
- Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Slytherin
- The Art of War by Sun Tzu
- All the King’s Men by Robert Penn Warren
- Hamlet by William Shakespeare
- The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
- The Autumn of the Patriarch by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli
- Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
- A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
- Macbeth by William Shakespeare
- Draculaby Bram Stoker
