1 The next April Daisy had her little girl and they went to France for a year.
2 "I read somewhere that the sun's getting hotter every year," said Tom genially.
3 Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us.
4 Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year.
5 By the next year I had a few beaux myself, and I began to play in tournaments, so I didn't see Daisy very often.
6 Father agreed to finance me for a year and after various delays I came east, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.
7 It seems that pretty soon the earth's going to fall into the sun--or wait a minute--it's just the opposite--the sun's getting colder every year.
8 They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.
9 Her glance left me and sought the lighted top of the steps where "Three o'Clock in the Morning," a neat, sad little waltz of that year, was drifting out the open door.
10 Precisely at that point it vanished--and I was looking at an elegant young rough-neck, a year or two over thirty, whose elaborate formality of speech just missed being absurd.
11 For over a year he had been beating his way along the south shore of Lake Superior as a clam digger and a salmon fisher or in any other capacity that brought him food and bed.
12 For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes.
13 There was a ripe mystery about it, a hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than other bedrooms, of gay and radiant activities taking place through its corridors and of romances that were not musty and laid away already in lavender but fresh and breathing and redolent of this year's shining motor cars and of dances whose flowers were scarcely withered.