Daisy Buchanan: After Vespa Salvaggio Article about Her in The New Yorker

Daisy felt she had humiliated herself by challenging the press and then so completely trusting The New Yorker's Vespa Salvaggio.

 

She knew, however, that vengeance was useless.

 

Yes, she could ask her friend, Mayor Jimmy Walker, to have Vespa harrassed--electricity turned off, garbage not picked up--accidentally on purpose, of course; but she felt even raising the topic would be the act of a child--and would give joy to Vespa that she had so rattled Daisy.

 

Daisy also knew that she had connections who could get Vespa barred from the most desirable restaurants at which the woman no doubt flaunted her wicked sense of self-

importance.

 

Vespa probably relished the misery she inflicted on others and their impotent revenge only reaffirmed who had the upper hand.

 

Tom Buchanan, on the other hand, thought differently. Hiring thugs to throw bricks through Vespa's windows would be mild in his eyes.

 

"This is MY name that you and this savage are dragging through the mud. You both need a good beating!"

 

Nick Carraway knew intuitively that Tom hit Daisy. Tom's brutality was more massive than his wealth.

 

"I can't dare risk even seeing him--alone or with a divorce lawyer," Daisy thought, so afraid

of what he might do.

 

"I may be foolish but I am not fool."

 

Thus, Daisy felt that all she could do for the time being was mentally to thank Vespa for the

painful lesson she administered that knocked out much of Daisy's blinding arrogance.

 

"I'll show everyone that I'm not ashamed, horrible press, gossip, and all."

 

"After all, I'm still Daisy."

 

****See SwaggyWiggums brilliant flickr page for stories related to The Daisy Saga on Vespa Salvaggio and on Grace, including The New Yorker article by Vespa.*****

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