I rang I wrote I implored but nobody came

I rang I wrote I implored but not a single one of the sparkling hundreds attended the funeral and from Daisy not een a flower. I was all he had, the only one who cared.
.... After Gatsbys' death, New York was haunted for me. That city! My once golden shinmmering mirage, now made me sick.
On my last night in NY I returned to that huge incoherent house once more. Wolfshimes associates had cleared it out.
I remembered how we had all come to Gatsby's and guessed at his corruption. How he stood before us concealing the incorruptible dream.
The moon rose higher and as I stood there brooding on the old, unknown world.
I thought of Gatsbys wonder as he picked out the green light at the end of Daisys dock. He had come such a long way and his dream must have seemed so close he could hardly fail to grasp it.
But he did know it was already behind him
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then but that's no matter
Tomorrow we will run faster and stretch out our arms farther, and one fine morning
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back, ceaselessly into the past.

Last page of
The Great Gatsbyby F. Scott Fitzgerald

Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an æsthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

And as I sat there, brooding on the old unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed 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, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

I was compelled to watch this film. It is a great story. I lovved it with Robert Redford. By great I mean a very well told story. ML raved about the book, which I've never read. I rarely read these days.
I suspect it's my lack of focused attention. When I do read I so enjoy it. Another excuse is the long days, the studying, the too much else to do attitude.

What did I pick up on - well the obvious decadence,
I found it so frustrating when Tom was showing Gatsby's true background and implying that he, Tom, was from "real" money. What is that about. How do people come to be monied people and make it their own. They are then born into it, genrations of money makes them a line of somebodies. Yet Gatsby had gone away to become a somebody and despite his enormous wealth was not considered a somebody. And then the clean money too. The orginal makers of money in Tom's line probably made their money through dubious morals. Am I a cynic?
The decadence, money meant people could treat people however they wanted and all in the name of desire because I could sort of attitude.
So Gatsby never left the past. He journied in the present, making money, corruption, fabricating his persona as his money grew. But he was always in his past, trying to bring it in today. Too much had happened.
She was in two minds. But when his rage manifested .... did she suddenly see the unbred version, what would happen if pushed. She changed her mind from that moment.
Love did not conquer something. Money? Was it all about money. He thought he had to have money for her. He went and got it but it didn't do the trick.

I'm very interested to learn what ML thought of the film.

Bliss