Literary devices in The Great Gatsby

The lawn started at the beach and ran for a quarter of a mile

And I like large parties. There intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.

He was running down like an overwound clock

I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled

I glanced seaward and distinguished nothing except a single green light

The only car visible was the dust covered wreck of a Ford which crouched in a dim corner

We wandered through Marie Antoinette music rooms

Men and girls came and went like moths

At 158th street the cab stopped at one slice in a long white cake of apartment houses

Luckily the clock took this moment to tilt dangerously

The orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music

Throwing her body backward like a young cadet

The world and its mistress returned to Gatsby's garden

The great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound

The sparkling odor of jonquils, and the frothy odor of hawthorn