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Illustrated classic

The Great Gatsby

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Gatsby, Daisy, Tom and Nick, drawn by AI from F. Scott Fitzgerald's text. Here are six scenes from the first two chapters, each beside the passage it shows.

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Gatsby stands on the shore with his back to us, facing his blazing mansion across the bay under the giant eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg.
  1. Tom Buchanan in riding clothes stands with his hands on his hips on the porch of his red-brick house, French windows open behind him.

    Chapter 1

    And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sundials and brick walks and burning gardens—finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.
  2. Nick steps into a rosy room where Daisy and Jordan lie on an enormous couch as white curtains blow in from the windows.

    Chapter 1

    The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.
  3. At dinner on the sunset porch, Daisy pinches out a candle flame while Jordan leans back and Nick watches.

    Chapter 1

    “Why candles?” objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. “In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.” She looked at us all radiantly. “Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.”
  4. Daisy sits on a settee in the dusk with her hands cupping her face, looking away, while Nick sits beside her.

    Chapter 1

    Daisy took her face in her hands as if feeling its lovely shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk. I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl.
  5. Gatsby stands alone on his moonlit lawn, stretching his arms toward a small green light across the dark water.

    Chapter 1

    I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. But I didn’t call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
  6. In a dim garage, Myrtle Wilson shakes Tom's hand in the bright doorway while her husband George stands behind.

    Chapter 2

    His voice faded off and Tom glanced impatiently around the garage. Then I heard footsteps on a stairs, and in a moment the thickish figure of a woman blocked out the light from the office door. She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her flesh sensuously as some women can. Her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crêpe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty, but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering. She smiled slowly and, walking through her husband as if he were a ghost, shook hands with Tom, looking him flush in the eye. Then she wet her lips, and without turning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice: