The Great Gatsby's Diary Of London-Personal Narrative
February, 1912 It was a frigid day even by London’s standards, which was odd considering how warm the winter had been. Nonetheless, passersby shivered as women wrapped their shawls tightly around themselves, and their husbands held them close if only to provide themselves some warmth. Newsboys huddled together on street corners trying to scrape together a day’s wages to buy a meager bowl of soup for that evening. I shuddered as I wrapped my furs tightly around my body. Walking at a brisk pace to try to reduce my time spent in the bitter cold only made me colder. My thoughts ran unkempt as I turned onto Tottenham Court. I knew that what I was doing was shunned by the upper class society. I knew that, as a lady, I had to hold my
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“We may speak privately in my office.” He took my hand roughly, I shook it away. “I am perfectly capable of walking myself up a staircase ” I spat. He glared in return, turned on his heel and seemed to jog up the staircase. I followed him into his office. “Please have a seat.” I stood. He didn’t seem to care. “I would like my divorce papers.” I repeated. “I can’t give them to you Joanne. It goes against everything our society deems reasonable.” I raised my head. “Screw our society!” I exclaimed “Why should I have to suffer at the hands of a drunk and not get to have any say in it?”
“It’s what you married into, I still find it hard to believe that my idiot cousin married such trash.”
I slapped him. “My family brought itself out of poverty-”
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I stared out the window, wondering how I was going to break the news to Grahame. When the cab driver turned on to Elizabeth Street I paid and thanked him. “Are you sure that you wouldn’t like me to drop you off at your house miss. It is awfully cold tonight.” I petted my furs. Dianne lived only a block away, well within walking distance. “No, thank you. This will be fine, just, fine. Thank you” I stepped out into the biting cold and walked the remainder of the way to my house. As I opened the door I called in a voice that seemed too sweet to me “Grahame, I’m back from Dianne’s. My furs are just lovely, would you like to see?” As I turned into the parlor, I was shocked and frightened to see him sipping on a tonic whilst sharing a coffee with
“We may speak privately in my office.” He took my hand roughly, I shook it away. “I am perfectly capable of walking myself up a staircase ” I spat. He glared in return, turned on his heel and seemed to jog up the staircase. I followed him into his office. “Please have a seat.” I stood. He didn’t seem to care. “I would like my divorce papers.” I repeated. “I can’t give them to you Joanne. It goes against everything our society deems reasonable.” I raised my head. “Screw our society!” I exclaimed “Why should I have to suffer at the hands of a drunk and not get to have any say in it?”
“It’s what you married into, I still find it hard to believe that my idiot cousin married such trash.”
I slapped him. “My family brought itself out of poverty-”
“By marrying …show more content…
I stared out the window, wondering how I was going to break the news to Grahame. When the cab driver turned on to Elizabeth Street I paid and thanked him. “Are you sure that you wouldn’t like me to drop you off at your house miss. It is awfully cold tonight.” I petted my furs. Dianne lived only a block away, well within walking distance. “No, thank you. This will be fine, just, fine. Thank you” I stepped out into the biting cold and walked the remainder of the way to my house. As I opened the door I called in a voice that seemed too sweet to me “Grahame, I’m back from Dianne’s. My furs are just lovely, would you like to see?” As I turned into the parlor, I was shocked and frightened to see him sipping on a tonic whilst sharing a coffee with