Siri Chandra
CLOUDS, PINK, AND DAISY TALKING
F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 5
“Come here QUICK!” cried Daisy at the window.
The rain was still falling, but the darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea.
“Look at that,” she whispered, and then after a moment: “I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”
I tried to go then, but they wouldn’t hear of it; perhaps my presence made them feel more satisfactorily alone.
One of my favourite books ever.
I love the characters, the story and how it is told.
CLOUDS, PINK, AND DAISY TALKING
F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 5
“Come here QUICK!” cried Daisy at the window.
The rain was still falling, but the darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea.
“Look at that,” she whispered, and then after a moment: “I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”
I tried to go then, but they wouldn’t hear of it; perhaps my presence made them feel more satisfactorily alone.
One of my favourite books ever.
I love the characters, the story and how it is told.