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h; however, Daisy was rather earthly woman and bad virtue. A. A Worldly Beauty Woefully, Daisy was not as perfect as Gatsby always imagining in his mind, and his ideal personification that Gatsby desperately sought was only a badly worldly beauty with a good appearance and empty soul. In a cocktail party once held by Gatsby, when Daisy with her husband —Tom came to Gatsby’s mansion together, Gatsby, being a host, of course serving them, especially serving Daisy, introduced all customers to them one by one. When they came to the front of a pair of outstanding ones, he gave them a special introduction and description: ““Perhaps you know that lady,” Gatsby indicated gorgeous, scarcely human orchid of a woman who sat under a white plum tree. Tom and Daisy stared, with that particularly unreal feeling that accompanies the recognition of hitherto ghostly celebrities of memories. “She’s lovely,” said Daisy. “The man bending over is her director.”” (Fitzgerald, 2002: 120) Seen from the surface, it is a very elegant picture, as the famous drawing in the world was exciting, while observed from the essence, the picture was none of deep sense. The scene of the movie picture star and her director never appeared in reality but in a rehearsal. After the author finished introducing other scenes, he took readers’ attention to the pair of figures again, giving readers a static and wonderful image, as if readers went to the back of the white plum tree and saw another scene. “It was like that. Almost the last thing I remember was standing with Daisy and watching the movie picture director and his star. They are still under the white plum tree and their faces were touching except for a pale, thin ray of moonlight between them. It occurred to me that he had been very slowly bending toward to her all night this proximity, and even while I watched I saw him stoop one ultimate degree and kiss at her cheek. “I like her”, said Daisy, “I think she’s lovely.”” (Fitzgerald, 2002: 127) But the rest offended her—and inarguably, because it wasn’t a gesture but an emotion. Daisy liked the movie picture star, because the star had no any virtual thought and connotation. She, who was just a furnishing, a prop, except for the image on the screen, had no any practical sense, and as for her, beauty meant a concrete body. In effect, she completely separated from the realistic environment in which human beings lived, and became a solid gesture. The narration and speaking was actually Daisy’s profession of the life belief, so here she asserted the attitude to emotions and the principles of actions. In essence, her emptiness and superficiality inevitably led to his indifference in emotion and corruption in morality. Daisy was not the figure that Gatsby described and chased perfectly in his mind, but a scrumptious representative in Jazz Age (When he wrote to Parkinson, F. Scott. Fitzgerald said that Jazz Age referred to the period of ten years during May 1st, 1919 and Oct. 1929 when the stock-market prices went down), and typically essential personification in the worldly society. Of love and marriage, she was also a failure, for her voice was full of money. ““She’s got and indiscreet voice,” I remarked. “It’s full of -----” I hesitated. “Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the symbols’ song of it……high in a white palac