Poor guy, the Gatesby, another victim of love

April. 19 , 2007 Poor guy, the Gatesby, another victim of love

　　 Frankly, The book "the Great Gatesby" is very boring, but I finished it at last. After all, it's a short story. What I felt after I have read this book was that a conception flashed in my mind, something of "another victim of love"

　　 It's sort of embarassing to say something about this book and its characters. Because that reminds me of the words at the beginning of this book: " Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." But I still make my mind to say something about the book and the characters.

　　 Gatesby did too much in order to gain attention from his old lover, Daisy. He bought a big house across which his lover lived, and he held big party almost every night. Everyone could took part in the parties, but the host rarely enjoyed with those strangers. He just wished Daisy could come one day, but it's a unsuccessful strategy. His old lover didn't appear in his big parties. Finally he had to ask his neighbor who was Daisy's cousin to arrange a date with her.

　　 However, Daisy wasn't what she had been. She did want to divorce Tom, her husband, to marry Gatesby who was then very rich, but all she loved wasn't Gatesby but the money that her old lover had. She admired everything splendid in the big house, perhaps, as well as the Gatesby of being able to earn money, but not the Gatesby of loveing her deeply. Therefore, Gatesby's love to Daisy doomed to nothing. After Daisy killed Tom's mistress in a car accident, they tricked the husband of the victim to kill Gatesby. Gatesby's love to Daisy ended up with his death that was planned by his lover. Ridiculously, the car repairman killed Gatesby, and they were both the miserable victims of love.

　　 Is there really true love ? A lot of people who are falling in deep love say yes. I want to uphold them. But the realities tell me otherwise. So there is such a point of view:"Love can be bought away as long as the offer is high enough" I try to refuse this desperate view about love, but after a searching in my mind about love, it seems true.

　　 Perhaps someone will sneer at the view of "love can be bought away", he or she will declare that he or she won't betray his or her lover even if the offers were a million of dollars. I do believe for that. But what will happen if the offers were tens of milions of dollars? If it still doesn't work, then what about a billion of dollars ? What if the offers were that he or she could be the king of the world ?

　　 In the realities, most people would like to gain the love of those persons who are not then in love with anybody, instead of bothering to break and grap other's love. So there aren't much of betraying happened between lovers.

　　 Just imaging such a scenario: A pair of perfect lovers who love deeply with each other. But soon after, they respective accept a good job with good money. They can't both refuse such good jobs either for their career or the money. The girl then becomes the secretary of a male boss who is handsome, kind,honest, and of something that all girls like. The guy becomes the secretary of a female boss who is very beautiful, of course, sexy,charming and tender and decent. The lovers are both busy with their works. The more time they work with their boss, the less time they are together. The more they think high of thier boss, the further they become estranged. All changes go little by little. Before they know it, they liked their bosses very much. What will happen if their boss want to go on with this game ? If the offers are big, Will they break up with each other and let away their love to the new ones ?

　　 Is love really a very complicated feeling? I think love is very simple indeed, it's just the mixture of a lot of desires. The desire to be admired, the desire to have a harbor of family, the desire to have a sex, the desire to have a partner to help with each other, the desire to have a fellow to share something or discuss something whenever they want, the desire to get away with loneness.

　　 But there is really true love. It's the love of parents to their children, not between lovers.