The Role Of Laughter In The Great Gatsby

Mother always told me that laughter is the panacea to all illnesses, and a day without laughter was a day wasted. But what did she did know? I loved her dearly, but she had suffered from illnesses all her life, and laughter did not seem to cure her. I attribute all my success to my mother, for she was the one who introduced me to my first love- acting. The moment I stepped onto the stage, a star was born and the rest is history.
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I had just finished filming in New York, when I was approached by my lover, Mildred Harris. “Oh Charlie, before we leave, can we go out east to Long Island?” she asked. “What’s there?” I responded back. “There’s this fellow, Gatsby, and he throws these grand parties. People from all over come just to enjoy
Would he be a man of fine taste, adventurous, and eager to indulge himself? What were the true motives behind his parties? After much pondering, we came to a stop and what a grand place it was. Exquisite cars, and people adorned in their Sunday bests surrounded the towering mansion. It was like a playground for the wealthy. However, the moment when we walked in, the facade of a sophisticated atmosphere quickly disappeared. Alcohol flowed freely, music was blasted at an ear splitting volume, but was it grand
“You see, men like you and me, we come from humble upbringings. We have to do whatever is necessary to advance and become successful in life. You are pursuing acting, while I am pursuing love. There is this girl, Daisy, whom I love, and I will do anything to make her fall in love with me,” he trailed off. “Anyways,” he continued, “perhaps you will be able to provide entertainment for my guests, because the band has not shown up. I know that you are loved by the community. You’d really be doing me a favor.” “Well okay,” I began, “but only if you insist.” He led me downstairs, right through the middle of the throng of people, and introduced me as tonight’s entertainment, ‘The Tramp.’ And so I began my act, and by the time it was over, everyone was applauding and hootin’ and hollerin.’ This marked the end of the night, and guests began to trickle out the front door, into the brisk chill. When almost everyone had left, I found Gatsby again, and there was a look upon his face, that I’ll never forget. It was a look of unadulterated joy, and he proclaimed, “Thank you, Mr. Chaplin. You have made me laugh again.” I left his house with his words and my mother’s in mind. Here was a man, not with a physical affliction but an emotional one, and now he was jubilant. Perhaps she really was right, and maybe laughter is the universal cure, no matter the