Oh my, . . . in my opinion there is something REALLY
important to mention here:
Daisy WAS in fact drunk once
upon a time, and that time reveals exactly why she never planned to get drunk again.
Just listen to Jordan talk about it:
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The day before the wedding [Tom] gave [Daisy] a
string of pearls valued at three hundred and fifty thousand
dollars.
I was a bridesmaid. I came into her room half an
hour before the bridal dinner, and found her lying on her bed . . . as drunk as a
monkey. She had a bottle of Sauterne in one hand and a letter in the
other.
"'Gratulate me," she muttered. "Never had a drink
before, but oh how I do enjoy it."
"What's the matter,
Daisy?"
I was scared, I can tell you; I'd never seen a girl
like that before.
"Here, deares'." She groped around in a
waste-basket she had with her on the bed and pulled out the string of pearls. "Take 'em
down-stairs and give 'em back to whoever they belong to. Tell 'em all Daisy's change'
her mine. Say: 'Daisy's change' her mine!'"
She began to
cry--she cried and cried. . . . She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it in the
tub with her and squeezed it up into a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the
soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like
snow.
But she didn't say another word. . . . When we walked
out of the room, the pearls were around her neck and the incident was over. Next day at
five o'clock she married Tom Buchanan without so much as a shiver. (Fitzgerald
77-78)
The letter, of course,
was from Gatsby. Gatsby who was desperately working on the status and money he needed
to obtain Daisy. Gatsby whose ship had sailed a little too late. Gatsby who was still
desperately in love with (or obsessed with) Daisy. The same Gatsby who now sits and
stares at the green light at the end of her dock.
When
Daisy gets drunk, she falls for Gatsby. Period. She is married now. Married to a
brute. Daisy cannot allow that to happen again, that flood of emotion pushing her to
throw her safety, her security, away. She must think with her head, not her heart.
Alcohol, as always, removes all inhibitions. Alcohol destroys even the most solid of
social barriers: the barriers of the "old rich."
Alcohol
will always force Daisy to reveal too much.
Daisy, then,
avoids alcohol for that reason. Hmmm, perhaps Daisy is smarter than I usually give her
credit for.