But he knew that he was in Daisy''s hou by a colossal act. However glorious might be his future as Jay Gatsby, he was at prent a penniless young man without a past, and at any moment the invisible cloak of his uniform might slip from his shoulders. So he made the most of his time. He took what he could get, ravenously and unscrupulously—eventually he took Daisy one still October night, took her bebsp;he had no real right to toubsp;her hand.
He might have despid himlf, for he had certainly taken her under fal pretens. I don''t mean that he had traded on his phantom millions, but he had deliberately given Daisy a n of curity; he let her believe that he was a person from mubsp;the same stratum as herlf—that he was fully able to take care of her. As a matter of fabsp;he had no subsp;facilities—he had no fortable family standing behind him and he was liable at the whim of an impersonal gover to be blown anywhere about the world.
But he didn''t despi himlf and it didn''t turn out as he had imagined. He had intended, probably, to take what he could and go—but now he found that he had itted himlf to the following of a grail. He knew that Daisy was extraordinary but he didn''t realize just how extraordinary a "nice" girl could be. She vanished into her ribsp;hou, into her ribsp;full life, leaving Gatsby—nothing. He felt married to her, that was all.
When they met again two days later it was Gatsby who was breathless, who was somehow betrayed. Her porbsp;was bright with the bought luxury of star-shine; the wicker of the ttee squeaked fashionably as she turned toward him and he kisd her curious and lovely mouth. She had caught a cold and it made her voibsp;huskier and more charming than ever and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and prerves, of the freshness of many clothes and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.
"I ''t describe to you how surprid I was to find out I loved her, old sport. I even hoped for a while that she''d throw me over, but she didn''t, bebsp;she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot bebsp;I knew different things from her.... Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn''t care. What was the u of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?"