Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers...

“The notion of sitting down and conjuring up, not only words in which to clothe …”

“When they met again two days later it was Gatsby who was breathless, who was so…”

“I'm a cynical idealist.' He paused and wondered if that meant anything.”

“When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his light blue eyes.”