It excited him, too, that many men had already loved Daisy — it increased her value in his eyes. He felt their presence all about the house, pervadin… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

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!

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

As he put in his studs he realized that he was enjoying life as he would probably never enjoy it again. Everything was hallowed by the haze of his own youth. He had arrived, abreast of the best in his generation at Princeton. He was in love and his love was returned.