ABOUT half way between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside
it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley of ashes a
fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the
forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move
dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an
invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash−gray men swarm up
with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight.
shrink implies that the road wants to pull away from this area of land but cant go far. its creeped by it. Desolate means “bleek emptyness” not much is happening and it doesnt produce much growth.
valley= hole ashes= burnt out NY and other surrounding areas dump there ashes from the fire there
Farm, grow and garden all imply life. However fitzgerald states that ashes are growing into things you would find on a farm. He also says that the gardens are grotesque. grotesque impies ugly disgusting and repulsive. The ashes are forming everything. they are the things that are growthing there for fitgerald is showing that the feeling of being burnt out and being tired is taking over this town.
beyond or above the range of human experience. these people love in a world that is a evryday thing.
worn out and tired. your going to break