The Confusion of a Simple Mind

Myrtle Wilson was peering down the car, so engrossed that she had no consciousness of being observed. Her eyes were wide with jealous terror, or fixed not on Tom, but on Jordan Baker,. There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind. As we drove away Tom was feeling the hot whips of panic. His wife and his mistress, until an hour ago secure an inviolate, or slipping precipitately for his control.