Buchanan's Bureau

"Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face discussing, in impassioned voices, whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to mention Daisy's name. 'Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!' shouted Mrs. Wilson. 'I'll say it whenever I want to! Daisy! Dai –– ' Making a short deft movement, Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his open hand" (2.125-127). What I was feeling... When I Broke Myrtle's Nose If I'm being completely honest, I am not sure what I was feeling that night. It's the roaring 20s for crying out loud, the thrill of alcohol is what we live for. All I can notably say is that I was feeling good. That's the sole reason we drink: to feel good. No one drinks to feel anything else. My quick encounter with Myrtle and her ignorance towards me was a minor inconvenience of the night. I'm sure if I had to pinpoint an emotion to that event, it would be anger. I mean just review the facts: a low life impoverished woman to

"Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face discussing, in impassioned voices, whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to mention Daisy's name. 'Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!' shouted Mrs. Wilson. 'I'll say it whenever I want to! Daisy! Dai –– ' Making a short deft movement, Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his open hand" (2.125-127). What I was Thinking... When I Broke Myrtle's Nose What gives a woman the right to tauntingly speak to me that way? Does she even have the slightest idea who I am? I am Tom Buchanan, the oldest son of an extremely wealthy and successful "old money" East Egg family. If I tell Myrtle that she is not to mention Daisy's name in my presence, then she dare not disobey me. What a low life, scum of the earth woman she is. Often times I find myself wondering what it is exactly I am getting out of this affair with her. I have a woman at home that can tend to my needs perfectly. In the gra

"The fact that he had one [a mistress] was insisted upon wherever he was known. His acquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular restaurants with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with whomever he knew" (2.3-4).  Why I... Cheated on Daisy I will cut to the chase. I cheated on Daisy with Myrtle because I can. I don't mean to come off as arrogant, but I am Tom Buchanan for Christ's sake. If I want to engage in a harmless affair, I sure as hell have the right. More specifically however, I cheated on Daisy due to a combination of the way I was feeling and the things I was thinking. I was experiencing a sense of boredom, dissatisfaction, lust for something more and quite honestly a little jealousy. I cheated on Daisy because I am a man who needs constant attention. Whether or not you think what I did was mortally correct, it was necessary. I thrive off of adventure. A woman who depends on me for her every waking need is what wakes

"The fact that he had one [a mistress] was insisted upon wherever he was known. His acquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular restaurants with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with whomever he knew" (2.3-4). What I was feeling...  To be frank, I began cheating on Daisy because I was feeling dissatisfaction. I wasn't receiving the attention from Daisy that I rightfully deserve. Even though Daisy and I had been wed and I possessed her all to myself, I was feeling lonely and almost, in some ways, I was feeling bored. Like I stated earlier, I am a man who thrives off of attention and excitement. I was feeling as though Daisy had become too comfortable around me and she wasn't acting as though she had to impress me for my love every moment of every day. So rightfully, I sought after that sort of attention from another woman. Daisy was making me feel like I wasn't good enough for her. And I know that I am perfectly suitable

"The fact that he had one [a mistress] was insisted upon wherever he was known. His acquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular restaurants with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with whomever he knew" (2.3-4).  What I was thinking... When I Cheated on Daisy You want to know what was I thinking when I cheated on Daisy with Myrtle? Quite honestly I was thinking it wouldn't really stir much conflict. In all honesty, why is it an issue? Who are my personal affairs truly affecting? I am a man in need of constant adventure and excitement. It is what keeps me motivated in life. Take for instance my college years, where some may say I "peaked" in my golden days playing football for Yale. Regardless, you can only imagine my extravagant adventures during that point in my life. Once I settled down with Daisy, the thrill of first love began to die down and my life quickly lost the excitement it once withheld. In this situation, I