I was rereading Great Gatsby, and I'm not sure if I'm reading the following passage correctly on page 93: "Recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massed suits and drssing-gowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high. I've got a man in England who buys me clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each season, spring and fall. He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick sick and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-color disarray. WHile we admired he broughtmore and the soft rich heap mounted higher- shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, with monograms of Indian blue. suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into teh shirts and began to cry stormily. They're such beautiful shirts, she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. It makes me sad because I've never seen such- such beautiful shirts before." Now, the part of me who visits this forum is reading this literally- these shirts are so beautiful that it makes Daisy cry. But, I'm just wondering if there's something deeper underlying this passage. After all, Daisy comes from a rich background, so I would have thought that she's no stranger to beautiful things.