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t was seven o’clock when we got into the coupé with him and started for Long Island. Tom talked incessantly, exulting and laughing, but his voice was as remote from Jordan and me as the foreign clamor on the sidewalk or the tumult of the elevated overhead. Human sympathy has its limits and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. Thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair. But there was Jordan beside me who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to a 去书内
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    In contrast, the old wealthy class represented by Daisy and Tom is cruel and indifferent. They enjoy privilege without responsibility. They take advantage of Gatsby’s enthusiasm, abandon him in crisis, and even ignore his death. Their coldness exposes the huge gap between different social classes. No matter how hard Gatsby tries, he can never truly step into the upper class.

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