<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465534791568152249</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:16:58.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Gatsby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sam w.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465534791568152249.post-2925977443826821396</id><published>2008-03-18T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:51:59.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R-ANXhAgbhI/AAAAAAAAABw/1tyIQndhP1c/s1600-h/reporter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179154269124718098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R-ANXhAgbhI/AAAAAAAAABw/1tyIQndhP1c/s320/reporter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Peice of me lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17Don't matter if I step on the sceneOr sneak away to the PhilippinesThey still gon' put pictures of my derrière in the magazineYou want a piece of me [x2]I'm Miss bad media karmaAnother day, another dramaGuess I can't see the harmIn workin' and bein' a mamaAnd with a kid on my armI'm still an exceptional earnerYou want a piece of meI'm Mrs. "Lifestyles of the rich and famous"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "Oh my God that Britney's Shameless"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "Extra! Extra! This just in"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "She's too big, now she's too thin"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "You want a piece of me"Tryin' and pissin' me offWell get in line with the paparazziWho's flippin' me offHopin' I'll resort to some havocEnd up settlin' in courtNow are you sure you want a piece of me?You want a piece of meI'm Mrs. "Most likely to get on the TV for strippin' on the streets"When gettin' the groceries, no, for real ...Are you kiddin' me?No wonder there's panic in the industryI mean, please[Piece Of Me lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]Do you want a piece of me?I'm Mrs. "Lifestyles of the rich and famous"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "Oh my God that Britney's Shameless"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "Extras! Extra! This just in"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "She's too big, now she's too thin"(you want a piece of me)Ah, oh yeah [x2]I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17Don't matter if I step on the sceneOr sneak away to the PhilippinesThey still gon' put pictures of my derrière in the magazineYou want a piece of meYou want a piece, piece of me …You want a piece of meI'm Mrs. "Lifestyles of the rich and famous"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "Oh my God that Britney's Shameless"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "Extras! Extra! This just in"(you want a piece of me)I'm Mrs. "She's too big, now she's too thin"(you want a piece of me)Piece of meYou want a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This song represents the reporter that comes to gatsbys house to question him about if he has anything to say about what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't repeat the past?…Why of course you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465534791568152249-2925977443826821396?l=sensatian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/feeds/2925977443826821396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465534791568152249&amp;postID=2925977443826821396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/2925977443826821396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/2925977443826821396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-6.html' title='Chapter 6'/><author><name>sam w.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R-ANXhAgbhI/AAAAAAAAABw/1tyIQndhP1c/s72-c/reporter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465534791568152249.post-6423446808544862477</id><published>2008-03-13T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:25:42.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R9k9YRAgbfI/AAAAAAAAABg/oX1ISjJc8kU/s1600-h/rain.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177236733730778610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R9k9YRAgbfI/AAAAAAAAABg/oX1ISjJc8kU/s320/rain.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Singing in the rain lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm singing in the rainJust singing in the rainWhat a glorious feelin'I'm happy againI'm laughing at cloudsSo dark up above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The sun's in my heartAnd I'm ready for loveLet the stormy clouds chaseEveryone from the placeCome on with the rainI've a smile on my faceI walk down the laneWith a happy refrainJust singin',Singin' in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dancin' in the rainDee-ah dee-ah dee-ahDee-ah dee-ah dee-ahI'm happy again!I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain!I'm dancin' and singin' in the rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why am I smilingAnd why do I sing?Why does September Seem sunny as spring?Why do I get upEach morning and start?Happy and head up With joy in my heartWhy is each new taskA trifle to do?Because I am livingA life full of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*The lyrics in this song symbolize how gatsby feels is this chapter. Everytime Daisy is around the sun comes out and he is happy. But when Daisy is not around Gatsby gets sad and it starts to rain outside and the mood is very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it wasn't for the mist we could see your home across the bay....You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams - not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only wind and the trees which blew the wires and made the lights go off and on again as if the house had weakened into the darkness"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465534791568152249-6423446808544862477?l=sensatian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/feeds/6423446808544862477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465534791568152249&amp;postID=6423446808544862477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/6423446808544862477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/6423446808544862477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-5.html' title='Chapter 5'/><author><name>sam w.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R9k9YRAgbfI/AAAAAAAAABg/oX1ISjJc8kU/s72-c/rain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465534791568152249.post-5499214517187555414</id><published>2008-03-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:27:55.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R9Z-4xAgbcI/AAAAAAAAABI/jRA1PfyLEeY/s1600-h/404_12x12%20sm%20scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176464335402200514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R9Z-4xAgbcI/AAAAAAAAABI/jRA1PfyLEeY/s320/404_12x12%2520sm%2520scale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture people are partying at Jay Gatsby house. This is show how Rich Gatsby is because he got a Mansion. Most of these people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;are not&lt;/span&gt; even invited. Gatsby's house was where all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bootlegging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went on. Everybody at the party was well dressed with expensive clothes. Even though Gatsby's throws party no one really ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;see's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him there. It seems like hes hiding at his own party but then again no knows him or how he looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In this chapter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gatsby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spends the day with Nick and goes have lunch together. Then we really gets to know about Gatsby's life that we didn't know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" At nine o' clock one morning late in July Gatsby's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gourgous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; car lurched up the rocky drive to my door and gave out a burst of melody from its three noted horn it was the first time he had called on me though i had gone to two of his parties. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* This quote is talking about how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gatsby personally made an effort to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; Nick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Gatsby opened up to nick and we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"He saw me looking with admiration at his car. 'It's pretty isn't it old sport,' he jumped off to give me a better view."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Gatsby was showing off his money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;by braggin about his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: "There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Filled with faces dead and gone. Filled with friends gone now forever. I can't forget so long as I live the night they shot Rosy Rosenthal there....they shot him three times in the belly and drove away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465534791568152249-5499214517187555414?l=sensatian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/feeds/5499214517187555414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465534791568152249&amp;postID=5499214517187555414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/5499214517187555414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/5499214517187555414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-4.html' title='chapter 4'/><author><name>sam w.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R9Z-4xAgbcI/AAAAAAAAABI/jRA1PfyLEeY/s72-c/404_12x12%2520sm%2520scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465534791568152249.post-6787144544504324436</id><published>2008-03-05T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:29:06.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R86-l8S3jTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kOts6vYB_Qc/s1600-h/Arnold26A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174282580944981298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R86-l8S3jTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kOts6vYB_Qc/s320/Arnold26A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The car symbolized Gatsbys wealth. Gatsby had the most money out of everyone in East and West Egg. He was known for his expencive cars. He would use them to transport people to and from his parties like it was a taxi. Gatsby throws a lot of parties at his house, some of the people he does not even invite, they just show up. His best car was his Rolls Royce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This chapter also focuses on the gossip that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;people in the book spread. Almost everyone in this book have started, or contributed to the gossip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rumors are spread about almost everyone. Especally Gatsby. One of the rumors spread about him is that he killed someone before he moved to west egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"On Mondays, eight servents including an extra gardner, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, reparing the ravages of the night before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*This shows just how wild and crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gatsby's parties are, the poeple just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;go there and go crazy. sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;with no respect for his home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Every friday five crates of oranges and leamons arrived from a fruiterer in New York - every Monday these same oranges and leamons keft his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*This quote shows how wealthy Gatsby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*He can afford to have imported fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;delevered to his home on a weekly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actualy been invited. People were not invited - they went there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*This shows how people who are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;not even invited to Gatsby's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just end up going anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*They invite themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It takes two to make an accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465534791568152249-6787144544504324436?l=sensatian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/feeds/6787144544504324436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465534791568152249&amp;postID=6787144544504324436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/6787144544504324436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/6787144544504324436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>sam w.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R86-l8S3jTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kOts6vYB_Qc/s72-c/Arnold26A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465534791568152249.post-4670922188010865796</id><published>2008-03-04T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:30:12.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R811zDUOTHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0YriMjjE1kE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173921066842475634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R811zDUOTHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0YriMjjE1kE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This photo is of the eyes of Dr. Tj Eckleburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;These eyes are bule and gigantic, their retinas are one yard high. The spectacles themselves are yellow. Dr. Eckleburg is an eye docter, He made this billboard to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens. Unfortunatly he himself turned blind and moved away leaving his giant billboard behind. The glasses can be seen in the valley of ashes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*The valley of ashes is a deserted city, bounded on one side of a small, foul river. The only building in sight is a small block of yellow brick sitting on the edge of the waste land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;* The glasses seem to look over the city, people going by on the train usualy stop and jus stair at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*The grey dust fills the air making it hard to see anything in the valley, but when the winds blow the dust out of the way the first and only thing you see is the billboard of the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Though i was curious to see her, i had no desire to meet her - but i did"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nick is talking about meeting Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buchannon mistress"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Tom is cheating on his wife Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;with another women"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Daisy is aware of this, Tom makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no attempt to keep it a secert"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Dosent her husband object?." "Wilson? He thinks she goes to see her sister in New York. Hes so dumb he dosent even know hes alive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nick is asking if Tom's mistress'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;husband knows/cares about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what is going on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He borrowed somebody's best suit to get married in, and never told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out...I gave it to him and then I lay down and cried...all afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I married him because I thought he was a gentleman...I thought he knew something about breeding, but he wasn't fit to lick my shoe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465534791568152249-4670922188010865796?l=sensatian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/feeds/4670922188010865796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465534791568152249&amp;postID=4670922188010865796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/4670922188010865796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/4670922188010865796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>sam w.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R811zDUOTHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0YriMjjE1kE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465534791568152249.post-494844929270989627</id><published>2008-02-28T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:33:04.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R8brnhJEqiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cf3sc4Qw720/s1600-h/201469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172080286225443362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R8brnhJEqiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cf3sc4Qw720/s320/201469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the book "The Great Gatsby" The town is devided into two sets, East Egg and West Egg. Eggs appear in the book alot. The symbolism of eggs applies to the people of East and West egg, Hard on the outside but messy and scattered on the inside. Meaning the people in the story are not what the appear to be. To the eye they all seem like they have it together and everything is well, but that if far from the truth. Cheating, Lieing, and Rumors are only a few of the daily things that go on daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*On the East Egg side, the people that live there are from new money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*On the West Egg side, the people that live there are fom old money, usualy inhereted from the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*The main character in the book is Jay Gatsby. He lives on West Egg. But his money is not inhereted from his family. He Made all of his fortune himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Nick (the na-rrator of the story) Is Gatsby's neighbor on the West Egg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remeber that all the people in this world havnt had all the advantages that you've had"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*This quote is significant becuase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;the people in the story appear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to be very stuck up, and arrogent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Nick seems to be the only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;person in East and West Egg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;that does not flaunt his money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"A sence of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out enequally at birth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*This quote explains the main idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;of the story, that the world is consumed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;by the idea that how much someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;is worth can make them more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;important than someone who has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;less money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*its saying that some people are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;born with riches, born lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So in other words, some people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;are not born like that, and they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;don't matter as much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Nick is talking about the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;that is to the right of his house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*The house belonged to Gatsby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;and it was huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Ill tell you a family secret," she wispered enthusasticly. "its about the buttlers nose. Do you want to hear about the buttlers nose?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Daisy is talking to Nick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;gossip seems to be the main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;topic of discussion throughout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465534791568152249-494844929270989627?l=sensatian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/feeds/494844929270989627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465534791568152249&amp;postID=494844929270989627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/494844929270989627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465534791568152249/posts/default/494844929270989627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensatian.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-in-book-great-gatsby-town-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sam w.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqRf1S17SCc/R8brnhJEqiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cf3sc4Qw720/s72-c/201469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
