Blythe-a-Day March #25: Tolkien Reading: Daisy Buchanan

During the Jazz Age:

 

Daisy was so grateful that LaVern had phoned to let her know that Clara Bow had run into David, who looked in complete disarray, and brought him back to Daisy's house to get clean and rested. David--the Prince of Wales--was someone Daisy did not particularly want to deal with at the moment. During the time that he had been away--on vacation, according to the Palace though in fact, unbeknownst to anyone, he had been held hostage by the maniacal Binx Buchanan--Daisy's life had changed significantly with her adoption of little Becky. Knowing that David did not seem to want children--to the point where Daisy had to face the fact that he seemed indifferent even to the idea of her missing little girl Pammy ever being found--made Daisy realize that David simply might not fit into her life.

 

Yes, the future King had professed his love and asked Daisy to marry him; yet, she wondered, "What sort of marriage would that be?"

 

Daisy knew that she and David would soon have to face each other. But tonight, as she

was about to go out for a night on the town, her thoughts were not about him. Introspective in a way she had not been while married to Tom or even when she was in love with Gatsby, Daisy's mind was often filled with the people she loved. They seemed to overshadow the glittering lights and scintillating music that previously would have mesmerized her. Love...home...these were in her heart wherever she was, whether alone or in the most bustling places...

 

“I sit beside the fire and think

Of all that I have seen

Of meadow, flowers and butterflies

In summers that have been

 

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

In autumns that there were

With morning mist and silver sun

And wind upon my hair

 

I sit beside the fire and think

Of how the world will be

When winter comes without a spring

That I shall ever see

 

For still there are so many things

That I have never seen;

In every wood in every spring

There is a different green

 

I sit beside the fire and think

Of people long ago

And people that will see a world

That I shall never know

 

But all the while I sit and think

Of times there were before,

I listen for returning feet

And voices at the door”

― J.R.R. Tolkien

 

***Please see SwaggyWiggums great FLICKR page for photo stories that are part of the Blythe Quake/Daisy&Missing Pammy Saga featuring Grace, Sabrina, Lady Beatrice, Vespa, and Princess Cressida Eudora

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