Showing posts with label Gatsby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gatsby. Show all posts

Gatsby copper millionaire


The transactions in Montana copper that made him many times a millionaire found him physically robust but on the verge of soft-mindedness and, suspecting this, an infinite number of women tried to separate him from his money.

This is the sentence that was picked nearly by random today for analysis by Ann Althouse for the heck of it and because it is fun. Follow the project if you like and see what people have to say or add your own comments here at the Gatsby project on Althouse.blogspot.com. 

Gatsby, torn mouth


The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long. 

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Gatsby wet snake underwear



The prolonged and tumultuous argument that ended by herding us into that room eludes me, though I have a sharp physical memory that, in the course of it, my underwear kept climbing like a damp snake around my legs and intermittent beads of sweat raced cool across my back.

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Gatsby, beauty, beast, loneliness, old grocery horse, Brook'n bridge



A sentence. Of sorts. The Gatsby project at Althouse.blogspot.com, right here.


For a moment a phrase tried to take a shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air.

He talks like that. And Ann talks about him talking like that at the Gatsby project on Althouse.blogspot.com.

He could make a better triangle, square and circle if he tried because I saw that in real life once. A man I met on the beach who kept saying  the word "oh" over and over again out of his perfectly square mouth, and I mean perfectly square. That's what was so surprising about that. His lips started out like a straight line then opened to a square, but then the round sound "O" came out of it, like he was blowing round smoke rings out of a square hole. It was the most astounding thing, and I couldn't even mention it, and I'll never forget that. 

Ann's favorite sentence in Gatsby


A tray of cocktails floated at us through the twilight, and we sat down at a table with the two girls in yellow and three men, each one introduced to us as Mr. Mumble.

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