Edenic Myth in The Great Gatsb

Picture this: You are the director of a high budget feature film. You are in the process of filming a brilliant scene in which a man and a woman have just escaped from a near-death situation and have found themselves atop a mountain in the pouring rain, but alas, safe and out of harm's way. In the midst of all the insanity, they realize that their attraction for each other is love at its finest, and as they prepare for a beautiful, passionate, Hollywood-style kiss, the treacherous storm clouds above them dissipate into a clear, star-filled sky strategically designed to intensify this glorious moment. They embrace, and they kiss. It is a long, fabulous kiss. Or, so they thought. When the kiss is complete, they stare into each other's eyes, and from the sidelines we hear, "Cut!"

"What was wrong with that?" demands the leading man. "That was perfect!"

"Oh, no it wasn't." you reply. "There was nothing perfect about it. The rain stopped too early, the wind was blowing too hard, and the two of you just kissed like you've never met!"

"So, what do you want to do?" snaps the leading lady. "You want to do it again?"

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This would be the only way, in Jay's opinion, that they would ever have contact. Tom was a solid, stable, wealthy man that was part of her social class.

Jay bought a house directly across the river from Daisy's house. It was a romantic time; people were expressing themselves and experimenting sexually more than ever before. That was the way that it was, and nothing could change it. She could remember how much they cared about each other, and it gave her a warm, comfortable feeling inside. The story Jay told was that he was the son of some wealthy people in the middle-west who were all dead. There was no way that she could ever hope to live up to Jay's view of her. He believed that if he wanted it bad enough, he could create a perfect world: A new Eden. Jay knew almost no one that attended these parties, and it appeared as though no one cared who the host was, either. If she loved a certain picture, then it became his favorite.

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