In F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel, The Great Gatsby, though many of the characters have more money than imaginable, they do not have the happiness we would expect to come with it. Tom and Daisy Buchanan are a super-wealthy married couple, but Tom’s numerous affairs demonstrate the lack...
In F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel, The Great Gatsby, though many of the characters have more money than imaginable, they do not have the happiness we would expect to come with it. Tom and Daisy Buchanan are a super-wealthy married couple, but Tom’s numerous affairs demonstrate the lack of love and happiness in their relationship. In chapter 7, Tom confronts Daisy and Gatsby about their affair, and in the process, he admits to his numerous affairs. He confesses to everyone in the room that he’s cheated before he claims he’s always loved her:
Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time (141)
At the end of the chapter, Gatsby stands outside of Tom’s mansion watching him and Daisy. He tells Nick he’s there to make sure Tom doesn’t hurt Daisy because he wants to “protect” her. Gatsby confesses that it was Daisy who drove the car that killed Myrtle; he details how she was so distraught on the drive home and couldn’t stop the car in time, even though he tried to. As he listens to his friend talk, Nick realizes the sadness in Gatsby’s voice. He spent his life working to get enough money to win Daisy.
When Nick looks through their window, he sees Tom and Daisy sitting at their kitchen table. As he observes their interactions, he realizes the Daisy will never leave her husband:
They weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale—and yet they weren’t unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture, and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together (155)
The chapter ends with Nick describing Gatsby’s watch of the house. His description of the millionaire is not that of a man who has found happiness:
He put his hands in his coat pockets and turned back eagerly to his scrutiny of the house, as though my presence marred the sacredness of the vigil. So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight--watching over nothing (156)