Better late than never.

Ok guys, here it goes. I'm going to blog on everything that I haven't blogged on yet, which is almost everything. Here goes nothing. In "The Great Gatsby" at the beginning of chapter 8, "I couldn't sleep all night; a fog horn was groaning incesantly on the sound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams." I think that is possibly a fore-shadowing of Gatsby's inevitable death. Death is grotesque and frightening and sometimes even savage. In any sense, the fact that Nick could not get any sleep and was having these nightmares is enough to hint at something grotesque or frightening happening soon.