Synopsis...Nick takes in all the sights and sounds of Tom and Myrtle's party. Here he sees first hand the depth of the rumours and innuendo that swirl around the members of this so-called "secret society". Catherine notes that Gatsby is "a nephew or cousin of Kaiser Wilhelm" (35), going on to claim that much of Gatsby's wealth found its origin in Germany. This claim would hardly seem a compliment in the 1920s, shortly after the end of the Great War.Later, Catherine reveals that neither Tom nor Daisy can "
stand the person they're married to" (35), stating later that it is Daisy who is stalling the inevitable divorce due to her "Catholicism" (36). Nick is struck by the brash inaccuracy of this reasoning.
However, it is the words of Myrtle Wilson that seem most powerful in this section. On pages 36-37, Myrtle discusses her marriage. Shockingly, Myrtle is not at all regretful, and seems to blame her husband for his cuckoldry.
The party comes to an inglorious end after Tom physically abuses his girlfriend, breaking her
"nose with his open hand" (39), an act that is only exacerbated by the uninterested, hapless reaction of his guests.
Themes...The first sections of the novel introduce some of the central themes in the novel. These motifs include the significance of rumours and gossip; vanity and conceit; deceit; and the social hierarchy.Tasks...- Describe the circumstances surrounding the end of Tom and Myrtle's party.
- Explain Myrtle's justification (sorry Sam)for cheating on her husband.
- Choose one of the themes indicated in this section. Describe how this theme is presented in the novel thus far. What ideas does the novel develop regarding your chosen theme.
- Examine the poem below, what is the theme of the poem?
- Individually, compose a paragraph that details how the poem can be related to the novel thus far. Be sure to utilize specific reference to both sources.
The City of Yes and the City of No
Y. Yevtushenko
I am like a train
rushing for many years now
between the city of Yes
and the city of No.
My nerves are strained
like wires
between the city of No
and the city of Yes
Everything is deadly.
everyone frightened.
In the city of No
It’s like a study furnished with dejections.
Every morning its parquet floors are polished with bile.
It’s sofas are made of falsehood, it’s walls of misfortune.
Every portrait looks out suspiciously.
Every portrait looks out suspiciously.
Every object is frowning, withholding something
You’ll get lots of good advice in it- like hell you will!-
Neither a bunch of flowers nor even a greeting.
Typewriters chatter a carbon-copy answer.
“No-no-no…
No-no-no…
No-no-no”
And when the lights go out altogether
the ghosts in it begin their gloomy ballet
You’ll get a ticket to leave-
Like hell you will!-
to leave
the black town of No
But in the town of Yes-life’s like the song of a thrush.
This town’s without walls- just like a nest.
The sky is asking you to take any star you like in your hand.
Lips ask for yours, without any shame,
softly murmuring. “Ah- all that nonsense…”-
and daisies, teasing, are asking to be picked,
and lowing herds are offering their milk,
and in no one is there even a trace of suspicious,
and wherever you want to be, you are instantly there,
taking any train, or plane, or ship that you like.
And water, faintly murmuring, whispers through the years.
“Yes-yes-yes…
Yes-yes-yes…
Yes-yes-yes…”
Only to tell the truth, it’s a bit boring, at times,
to be given so much, almost without any effort,
In that shining multicoloured city of Yes…
- - -
Better let me be tossed around
To the end of my days.
between the city of Yes
And the city of No!
Let my nerves be strained
like wires
between the city of No
and the city of Yes!