People were not invited — they went there. They got into automobiles which bore them out to Long Island, and somehow they ended up at Gatsby’s door.
Gatsby’s parties aren’t an invite-only affair, but a gathering of friends and friends of friends and friends of those friends, who wander and gather together with the simple desire to party. All they want to do is have a good time, and bathe themselves in the glow of Gatsby’s luxurious lifestyle. Lost men and women “ended up at Gatsby’s door,” as if it’s some kind of mysterious wonderland, an informal gathering of a diversity, a rainbow of the interesting and artistic elite of New York City, and all those who had managed to find their way there with the motive to become one of these “elites.”
Just like Alice lost in Wonderland, guests have found an adventureland, a way into the sumptuous lifestyle of Gatsby.
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