In the eccentric, wild, and exclusive world of Gatsby its always unclear as to what might happen next. Who will we meet? What crazy, exotic will they be doing? How wealthy and privelged might they be? Immediately when the assignment was presented, one and only song connected with the text in my head - Frank Sinatra's "Come Fly With Me."
The story of the inhabitants of the east coast eggs is confined to their own discourse of almost only having real estate in the area and if not, bigger real estate than found there. Homes like these are only available to the very fortunate, like the sky is to Mr. Sinatra. "Once I get you up there where the air is rarefied - we'll just glide, starry-eyed."
They can afford to take trips to France for no reason...just to go: this is the purpose of Frank's song, just to run away and enjoy yourselves. "Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away. If you could use some exotic booze, there's a bar in far Bombay"
I don't have the best justification for using this song to compare to the story, but its the one for me that resembled it in my imagination.
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