This has a sense of hope that Gatsby always seems to be reaching for. For example, he stands on the edge of the dock, yearning and reaching out to the green light on Daisy’s dock. “You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.” (98) Gatsby always notices the dock. Even in the beginning of the book he keeps going on and reaching for it. Gatsby is reaching out for the answer for his dream. His dream is Daisy, and everyone seems to have a Daisy. Everyone has their own American dream. Gatsby and the world share one thing: their green light dream. “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” (189) This dream and this hope everyone is looking for is like this green light. The farther you reach the more you want and strive for it. Green is both a dream and a curse in the sense that Gatsby never really reaches his dream in the end. His arms reaching for the dock, his finger merely graze the shell of the light when his dream ends. America and its dreams are the same way: ever stretching out into a sea of
This has a sense of hope that Gatsby always seems to be reaching for. For example, he stands on the edge of the dock, yearning and reaching out to the green light on Daisy’s dock. “You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.” (98) Gatsby always notices the dock. Even in the beginning of the book he keeps going on and reaching for it. Gatsby is reaching out for the answer for his dream. His dream is Daisy, and everyone seems to have a Daisy. Everyone has their own American dream. Gatsby and the world share one thing: their green light dream. “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” (189) This dream and this hope everyone is looking for is like this green light. The farther you reach the more you want and strive for it. Green is both a dream and a curse in the sense that Gatsby never really reaches his dream in the end. His arms reaching for the dock, his finger merely graze the shell of the light when his dream ends. America and its dreams are the same way: ever stretching out into a sea of