Nick komt aan in West Egg

I looked at my cousin again, who began to ask me questions with her soft, exciting voice. It was the kind of voice to which one lends a willing ear to follow it in all its registers, as if each sequence of words is a succession of tones that will never be performed again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright accents, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there sounded a touch of excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her did not easily forget: an irresistible melodiousness, a whispered 'Listen', a promise that she had just been doing cheerful, exciting things and that cheerful, exciting things lay ahead in the coming hour.

"Never heard of it," he said decisively. This rubbed me the wrong way. "You'll hear about it yet," I answered curtly. "If you stay here, at least." "Oh, I'll stay here on the East Coast, don't you worry," he said, his eyes turning to Daisy for a moment and then back to me, as if he was on guard for something more. "I'd be a goddamn fool to go live anywhere else."

At that moment Miss Baker said: "Absolutely!" It came so unexpectedly that I was startled—it was the first word she had uttered since I had entered the room. Apparently she was just as surprised about it as I was, because she yawned and came upright with several quick, nimble movements. "I'm stiff," she complained, "I've been lying on this sofa for as long as I can remember."

"Don't look at me for that," Daisy retorted, "I've been trying to get you to New York all afternoon." "No, thank you," said Miss Baker to the four cocktails that had just come from the kitchen. "I'm in absolute training."