What Is The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

As the driver headed to my residence, I knew Gatsby was still confounded about tonight’s events. I knew better than to assume Gatsby would let Daisy take the blame for the death of Mrs. Wilson. I was aware that this night had intimidated him. Gatsby was not easily frightened but tonight would alter his future, I was more than terrified to leave him there all alone. But I did.
When I returned home I headed straight for the mattress. I was sound asleep until it crept to the hour of one, the sound of deafening sirens filled my ears. The midnight air was blowing sultry when I tiptoed out of my front door. Police cars were in a line, one in front of another outside Gatsby’s house. I felt as if I had watched him being escorted by a patrolman down
his bountiful sidewalk for eternity.
As my eyes lingered off of Gatsby I saw an indigo, 1920 Auburn parked directly behind the officer. Tom was in the driver seat observing the events with a satisfied look on his face. I reached for my vehicle’s key and adventure to the Buchanan’s house. I knocked on the door and waited for Daisy to arrive to the entryway.
“Nick--What are you doing here? It is one thirteen in the goddamn morning” sluggishly asked Daisy. She seemed to be clueless to the fact Tom wasn’t home, or maybe she was just used to him being gone after the sun sunk below the horizon. “Did Tom tell you where he was headed?” I questioned in return.
“Tom? You mean to say he isn’t here? Hmm, that is quite peculiar, I have no idea where he has gone off to” she said while acting surprised. I was expeditious to respond to her concocted reaction,
“He is outside of the Gatsby mansion. He has turned Gatsby in for murdering Mrs. Wilson, without a doubt I know it was him.”
Daisy begged me to chauffeur her to where she must go. In that instance Daisy and I drove to George Wilson’s residence and she gave him the explanation that was devised by us on the drive there for his beloved wife’s casualty. Daisy said it was no coincidence that Mrs. Wilson threw herself towards the car and that Mrs. Wilson was not happy with her poor life, therefore this action was suicide. Daisy even forged a counterfeit suicide letter to show Mr. Wilson. After an hour of proposing this idea to him he finally trusted the story.
As we aimed for Jordan Baker next, I looked over to the passenger seat and saw all the beauty that Gatsby has seen for so long. It was two o’clock in the morning but she had still kept up a breathtaking appearance. Her lips as red as a June rose, her eyes as bright as the winter stars, and a smile as innocent as grace itself.Her beauty was unbelievable, not many people are blessed with this kind of perfection. The night was as awake as ever, it screamed out for her beauty. She was not the only miss I could see this in, Jordan Baker is all of this elegance and even more. Daisy looked over at me with no sign of warning.
“Can I help you sir?”
“Uhhh-- no Daisy. I was just thinking. My apologies.”
“Start talking” demanded Daisy.
“Excuse me?” I replied.
“What’s on that mysterious mind of yours?”
“Jordan Baker” I replied without hesitation. “She’s a reminder of every line of romantic poetry I have ever read. She is the missing part of my puzzle. Although we may have ended at odds with one another I am still in love with her.”
Daisy sat in the passenger seat, speechless. I became hesitant as we turned onto Jordan Baker’s street, tonight is the night I want to express this passion I have been holding in. My free-spirit has been unleashed for the after hours and I feel unstoppable. I exited the vehicle and wait Daisy to follow closely behind me.
My trembling knuckles tapped slowly up against the oak wood door ever so anxiously.
Suddenly there she was, standing directly in front of me full of the look of absolute perfection.
Daisy was quick to break the trance by explaining the nights events to Mrs. Baker. Every word that slipped out of her seductive lips captivated me more every passing second. She made the room come alive and take me under her spell. Daisy slipped out the door and I stayed behind with the hopes of expressing my love.
Jordan Baker escorted me out the door as though she was in a hurry before I could let the words slip from my mouth. As I stepped out of her house onto her doorstep, I turned to her and stared into her eyes that resembled the sun's radiance.
All my hopes in expressing my feelings were symbolized by a flame. My hopes were burning bright as ever.
As I inhaled slowly to prepare what I was about to say, her eyes looked right past me. In my peripherals I saw the beams of light that escaped from the vehicle. Out stepped a dapper young man. He paraded up to Miss Baker and planted a kiss on her cheek. My flame of hope had been snuffed
out.
Jordan began to explain herself, I told her not to worry about it and walk away as quickly as I could without showing care. The last thing I wanted her to know now was my feelings for her, how embarrassed I would have been if I expressed my love.
I got in the car and sped out of her neighborhood back to Daisy’s house.
Daisy interrogated me but I ignored her questions.
After Daisy left the vehicle with an almost relieved reaction to my conversation with Jordan Baker, I went home to get as much uninterrupted rest as I could before all the problems came back to the surface in the morning.
A few days passed before the trial for Mrs. Wilson’s death, there Mr. Wilson presented the judge with the fake suicide note and everyone was dismissed.
Daisy divorced Tom while her and Gatsby got engaged. They proceed to fall deeply in love with no signs of having other affairs again. Daisy and her daughter moved in with Gatsby, together they made a perfect family.
George Wilson lived a depressed lifestyle but no longer held a grudge against Gatsby. Myrtle Wilson had a bench dedicated to her with her quote below her name that said “You can’t live forever”.
Miss Baker continued to fall in love with the man who came to her doorstep while I lived lonely until I would eventually find the girl to give my heart away to. Gatsby and I became the best of friends going
forward.
Justice was served to who needed it, Tom Buchanan, even if he was not responsible for her death. Love and money fell where it needed to. The love between Gatsby and Daisy was exactly what they both needed, it became the oxygen to their hearts.