Chapter 3

" At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his motor-boats slid the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam...."

"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and he champagne and the stars."

The image of Gatsby's lavish parties. They seem almost surreal.

Note the simile (" like moths")

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