music and the laughter faint and incessant from his garden and the cars .

             going up and down his drive. One night I did hear a material car there and saw its lights stop at his front steps. But I didn't investigate. Probably.

             it was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn't know that the party was over.".

             This paragraph also illustrates the difficult change and the end of .

             the dream. The first part displays Nick's reaction to the great change. Unable to accept Gatsby's death so easily without remembrance of his wild parties, Nick .

             escapes into the city to avoid those memories. The phrase "the party was over" is very important to the end of the book. Not only does it intensify the somber .

             mood and bring the entire book to prepare for the final end, it gives us an idea of what Nick's future is to become like. The parties and the unrealistic dream that Gatsby held highly are now over. It's time to get serious and forget the silly hopes and concentrate on fulfilling more reliable dreams.

             "On the last night, with my trunk packed and my car sold to the grocer, I.

             went over and looked at that huge incoherent failure of a house once more.

             On the white steps an obscene word, scrawled by some boy with a piece.

             of brick, stood out clearly in the moonlight and I erased it, drawing my shoe.

             raspingly along the stone. Then I wandered down to the beach and sprawled.

             out on the sand.".

             With the phrase "huge incoherent failure of a house", one could change the words around and say "huge incoherent failure of a dream" to mean .

             that the dream was too vast, too difficult to accomplish. On Nick's last night to change his mind before he deletes the dream from his life, he takes a long look at what's left of the dream, and the house.

             "Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. .

             And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailor's eyes - a fresh, green breast of the new world.