The Illusion of the American Dream white palaces Fashionable East Egg I lived at West Egg – well less fashionable two “Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone” he told me “Just remember that all people in this world haven’t had advantages you’ve had.” About half way between and New York A fantastic farm where ashes grow wheat Where take forms houses chimneys rising smoke But above gray land spasms bleak dust eyes Doctor T.J. Eckleburg are blue gigantic Brood on over solemn dumping ground green light end Daisy’s dock “Can’t repeat past?” “Why course can!” He talked a lot about past gathered wanted to recover something Gatsby believed come long lawn did not know it was already behind him