standing alone on the last barrier of civilization.

“We're all white here,” murmured Jordan.

“I know I'm not very popular. I don't give big parties. I suppose you've got to make your house into a pigsty in order to have any friends — in the modern world.”

Angry as I was, as we all were, I was tempted to laugh whenever he opened his mouth. The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

“I've got something to tell you, old sport, — — ” began Gatsby. But Daisy guessed at his intention.

“Please don't!” she interrupted helplessly. “Please let's all go home. Why don't we all go home?”