"Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered 'Listen'..."
The way Fitzgerald describes his characters is so much like a painting. It makes the reader not only conjure in their mind the image of this person but also the aura of him or her. In this case, Daisy is described as exciting but the author reveals more about how she makes people feel rather than how she appears.
Its body was firm and wrinkled with leaves climbing from the trunk to the tips of the tallest branches, but there was something about its nature that people who hung around it could not easily ignore: some dependability of this steadfast companion that softly promised 'You are not alone'...
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