So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was an amazing predicament. He was, in one sense, the richest man that ever lived — and yet was he worth anything at all? If his secret should transpire there was no telling to what measures the Government might resort in order to prevent a panic, in gold as well as in jewels. They might take over the claim immediately and institute a monopoly.

Gloria was sure she wanted but to read and dream and be fed tomato sandwiches and lemonades by some angelic servant

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.