"I just think of people," she continued, "whether they seem right where they are and fit into a picture. I don't mind if they don't do anything. I do… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.

"He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky.
"I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon,' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?'

'Don't be morbid,' Jordan said. 'Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.'

'But it's so hot,' insisted Daisy, on the verge of tears, 'And everything's so confused. Let's all go to town!