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"Alter Knabe" thx Shibasaki

"Es war ein so besonderes Lcheln, wie es einem vielleicht vier oder fnf Mal im Leben
zuteil werden mag, ein Lcheln, das einem fr alle Ewigkeit Mut zusprach. Es nahm - so
schien es wenigstens - fr einen Moment die gesamte uere Welt in Blick und konzentrierte
sich dann mit unwiderstehlicher Voreingenommenheit ganz und gar auf einen selbst. thx Filippa

"Man kann die Vergangenheit nicht wiederholen."


"Die Vergangenheit nicht wiederholen?
Aber natrlich kann man das!" thx Filippa

"So regen wir die Ruder, stemmen uns gegen den Strom - und treiben doch stetig zurck,
dem Vergangenen zu."

"Noch ehe ich antworten konnte, kam Daisy aus dem Haus. Die beiden Reihen
von Messingknpfen an ihrem Kleid glnzten im Sonnenlicht. 'Der Riesenpalast
da?', rief sie und zeigte darauf. 'Gefllt er dir?' 'Ich liebe ihn, aber ich kann mir
nicht vorstellen, dass du da ganz allein wohnst.' 'Ich sorge immer dafr, dass er
voller interessanter Leute ist, Tag und Nacht. Leute, die interessante Sachen
machen. Berhmte Leute.'"

"'Ich wrde nicht zu viel von ihr erwarten', wagte ich ihm zu raten. 'Man kann die
Vergangenheit nicht wiederholen.' 'Die Vergangenheit nicht wiederholen?', rief
er unglubig. 'Aber natrlich kann man das!'"
'Mein Haus sieht gut aus, nicht wahr?', fragte er. 'Sehen Sie mal, wie die
Vorderseite das Sonnenlicht einfngt.' Ich besttigte ihm, dass es groartig
aussah. 'Ja.' Seine Augen wanderten darber hin, ber jeden gewlbten
Fensterbogen und eckigen Turm. 'Ich habe blo drei Jahre gebraucht, um das
Geld dafr zu verdienen.'"
Sagen Sie mal, alter Junge, was haben Sie fr eine Meinung von mir?"

Die Luft vibriert, die Lichter werden heller, je weiter die Erde von der Sonne
forttaumelt. Das Orchester spielt goldgelbe Cocktailmusik, und die Stimmenoper
rutscht eine Tonlage hher. Das Gelchter perlt von Minute zu Minute leichter,
schon ein launiges Wort gengt, und es fliet in verschwenderischen Strmen."
lchelte verstndnisvoll ja, mehr als verstndnisvoll."

Es war ein so besonderes Lcheln, wie es einem vielleicht vier oder fnf Mal im
Leben zuteil werden mag, ein Lcheln, das einem fr alle Ewigkeit Mut zusprach.
Es nahm so schien es wenigstens fr einen Moment die gesamte uere Welt
in Blick und konzentrierte sich dann mit unwiderstehlicher Voreingenommenheit
ganz und gar auf einen selbst."
Nick Carraway: You can't repeat the past.
Jay Gatsby: Can't repeat the past?
Nick Carraway: No...
Jay Gatsby: Why, of course you can... of course you can.

Nick Carraway: Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year
recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch
out our arms farther... And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne
back ceaselessly into the past.

Jay Gatsby: I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love...

Nick Carraway: In my younger and more vulnerable years, my father gave me some advice.
"Always try to see the best in people," he would say. As a consequence, I'm inclined to
reserve all judgements. But even I have a limit.

Daisy Buchanan: I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a
beautiful little fool.

Jordan Baker: Well, I don't care. He gives large parties, and I like large parties - they're so
intimate. Small parties, there isn't any privacy.

Nick Carraway: [narrating] They were careless people, Tom and Daisy. They smashed up
things and people, and then retreated back into their money and their vast carelessness.

Daisy Buchanan: All the bright precious things fade so fast... and they don't come back.

Nick Carraway: Jay! They're a rotten crowd. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.
Nick Carraway: [Voice-over] I was always glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever
paid him.
Jay Gatsby: Old sport.

Jay Gatsby: It's so sad, because it's so hard to make her understand. It's so hard to make her
understand. I've gotten all these things for her. I've gotten all these things for her and now she
just... she just wants to run away.
Jay Gatsby: My life, old sport, my life... my life has got to be like this.
[Raises index finger diagonally upwards]
Jay Gatsby: ...It's got to keep going up.

Nick Carraway: Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.

Daisy Buchanan: [after a long pause] Well, I'm certainly glad to see you again.
Jay Gatsby: I-I'm certainly glad to see you, as well.

Jay Gatsby: I knew that when I kissed this girl, I would be forever wed to her.

Nick Carraway: I just remembered, today's my birthday.


Tom Buchanan: Happy birthday.
Nick Carraway: [narrating now] Thirty. The promise of a decade of loneliness. The
formidable stroke of 30 died away as Gatsby and Daisy drove on thought the cooling twilight
- towards death.

Jay Gatsby: If there's anything that you want, just ask for it, old sport.

Daisy Buchanan: I wish we could just run away.


Jay Gatsby: Run away? No. Daisy, darling, that... that wouldn't be respectable. We're gonna
live here, in this house. You and me.

Nick Carraway: I expected him to be...


Jordan Baker: Old and fat?
Nick Carraway: Yes. Young men just don't drift coolly out of nowhere and buy a palace on
Long Island.

Tom Buchanan: Daisy, can't you see who this guy is, with his house and his parties and his
fancy clothes? He is just a front for Wolfsheim, a gangster, to get his claws into respectable
folk like Walter Chase.
Jay Gatsby: The only respectable thing about you, old sport, is your money. Your money,
that's it. Now I've just as much as you. That means we're equal.
Tom Buchanan: Oh, no. No. We're different. I am. They are.
[points to Daisy]
Tom Buchanan: She is. We're all different from you. You see, we were born different. It's in
our blood. And nothing that you do or say or steal... or dream up can ever change that. A girl
like Daisy...
Jay Gatsby: [Knocks contents off bar-top & grabs Tom with a raised fist] You shut up! Shut
up! You shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Nick Carraway: [Voice-over] Gatsby looked, in that moment, as if he had... killed a man.
Daisy Buchanan: Open another window.
Nick Carraway: There aren't any more.
Daisy Buchanan: Then telephone for an axe.
Daisy Buchanan: Gatsby? What Gatsby?

Nick Carraway: Stocks reached record peaks, and Wall Street boomed a steady golden roar.
The parties were bigger, the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the models were
looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired. Making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was
luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them.

Tom Buchanan: I'd rather not be the polo player.

Nick Carraway: [to Catherine who was giving him some pills/drugs] No thanks. I feel just as
good on nothing at all.