The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s Business, the service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty.

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaus…”

“The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young g…”

“No... no... We never forgive those we can understand... We can only forgive tho…”

“The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a l…”