He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream was so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city.
I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy – they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
I doubted that but I pretended to be surprised. For just a minute I wondered if I wasn’t making a mistake, then I thought it all over again quickly and got up to say good-by. We shook hands. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.