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The Great Gatsby
In
my
younger
and
more
vulnerable
years
my
father
gave
me
some
advice
that
I
've
been
turning
over
in
my
mind
ever
since
.
"
Whenever
you
feel
like
criticizing
any
one
,
"
he
told
me
,
"
just
remember
that
all
the
people
in
this
world
have
n't
had
the
advantages
that
you
've
had
.
"
He
did
n't
say
any
more
,
but
we
've
always
been
unusually
communicative
in
a
reserved
way
,
and
I
understood
that
he
meant
a
great
deal
more
than
that
.
In
consequence
,
I
'm
inclined
to
reserve
all
judgments
,
a
habit
that
has
opened
up
many
curious
natures
to
me
and
also
made
me
the
victim
of
not
a
few
veteran
bores
.
The
abnormal
mind
is
quick
to
detect
and
attach
itself
to
this
quality
when
it
appears
in
a
normal
person
,
and
so
it
came
about
that
in
college
I
was
unjustly
accused
of
being
a
politician
,
because
I
was
privy
to
the
secret
griefs
of
wild
,
unknown
men
.
Most
of
the
confidences
were
unsought
--
frequently
I
have
feigned
sleep
,
preoccupation
,
or
a
hostile
levity
when
I
realized
by
some
unmistakable
sign
that
an
intimate
revelation
was
quivering
on
the
horizon
;
for
the
intimate
revelations
of
young
men
,
or
at
least
the
terms
in
which
they
express
them
,
are
usually
plagiaristic
and
marred
by
obvious
suppressions
.
Reserving
judgments
is
a
matter
of
infinite
hope
.
I
am
still
a
little
afraid
of
missing
something
if
I
forget
that
,
as
my
father
snobbishly
suggested
,
and
I
snobbishly
repeat
,
a
sense
of
the
fundamental
decencies
is
parcelled
out
unequally
at
birth
.
And
,
after
boasting
this
way
of
my
tolerance
,
I
come
to
the
admission
that
it
has
a
limit
.
Conduct
may
be
founded
on
the
hard
rock
or
the
wet
marshes
,
but
after
a
certain
point
I
do
n't
care
what
it
's
founded
on
.
When
I
came
back
from
the
East
last
autumn
I
felt
that
I
wanted
the
world
to
be
in
uniform
and
at
a
sort
of
moral
attention
forever
;
I
wanted
no
more
riotous
excursions
with
privileged
glimpses
into
the
human
heart
.
Only
Gatsby
,
the
man
who
gives
his
name
to
this
book
,
was
exempt
from
my
reaction
--
Gatsby
,
who
represented
everything
for
which
I
have
an
unaffected
scorn
.
If
personality
is
an
unbroken
series
of
successful
gestures
,
then
there
was
something
gorgeous
about
him
,
some
heightened
sensitivity
to
the
promises
of
life
,
as
if
he
were
related
to
one
of
those
intricate
machines
that
register
earthquakes
ten
thousand
miles
away
.
This
responsiveness
had
nothing
to
do
with
that
flabby
impressionability
which
is
dignified
under
the
name
of
the
"
creative
temperament
.
"
--
it
was
an
extraordinary
gift
for
hope
,
a
romantic
readiness
such
as
I
have
never
found
in
any
other
person
and
which
it
is
not
likely
I
shall
ever
find
again
.
No
--
Gatsby
turned
out
all
right
at
the
end
;
it
is
what
preyed
on
Gatsby
,
what
foul
dust
floated
in
the
wake
of
his
dreams
that
temporarily
closed
out
my
interest
in
the
abortive
sorrows
and
short-winded
elations
of
men
.
My
family
have
been
prominent
,
well-to-do
people
in
this
Middle
Western
city
for
three
generations
.
The
Carraways
are
something
of
a
clan
,
and
we
have
a
tradition
that
we
're
descended
from
the
Dukes
of
Buccleuch
,
but
the
actual
founder
of
my
line
was
my
grandfather
's
brother
,
who
came
here
in
fifty-one
,
sent
a
substitute
to
the
Civil
War
,
and
started
the
wholesale
hardware
business
that
my
father
carries
on
to-day
.
I
never
saw
this
great-uncle
,
but
I
'm
supposed
to
look
like
him
--
with
special
reference
to
the
rather
hard-boiled
painting
that
hangs
in
father
's
office
.
I
graduated
from
New
Haven
in
1915
,
just
a
quarter
of
a
century
after
my
father
,
and
a
little
later
I
participated
in
that
delayed
Teutonic
migration
known
as
the
Great
War
.
I
enjoyed
the
counter-raid
so
thoroughly
that
I
came
back
restless
.
Instead
of
being
the
warm
centre
of
the
world
,
the
Middle
West
now
seemed
like
the
ragged
edge
of
the
universe
--
so
I
decided
to
go
East
and
learn
the
bond
business
.
Everybody
I
knew
was
in
the
bond
business
,
so
I
supposed
it
could
support
one
more
single
man
.
All
my
aunts
and
uncles
talked
it
over
as
if
they
were
choosing
a
prep
school
for
me
,
and
finally
said
,
"
Why
--
ye
--
es
,
"
with
very
grave
,
hesitant
faces
.
Father
agreed
to
finance
me
for
a
year
,
and
after
various
delays
I
came
East
,
permanently
,
I
thought
,
in
the
spring
of
twenty-two
.
The
practical
thing
was
to
find
rooms
in
the
city
,
but
it
was
a
warm
season
,
and
I
had
just
left
a
country
of
wide
lawns
and
friendly
trees
,
so
when
a
young
man
at
the
office
suggested
that
we
take
a
house
together
in
a
commuting
town
,
it
sounded
like
a
great
idea
.
He
found
the
house
,
a
weather-beaten
cardboard
bungalow
at
eighty
a
month
,
but
at
the
last
minute
the
firm
ordered
him
to
Washington
,
and
I
went
out
to
the
country
alone
.
I
had
a
dog
--
at
least
I
had
him
for
a
few
days
until
he
ran
away
--
and
an
old
Dodge
and
a
Finnish
woman
,
who
made
my
bed
and
cooked
breakfast
and
muttered
Finnish
wisdom
to
herself
over
the
electric
stove
.
It
was
lonely
for
a
day
or
so
until
one
morning
some
man
,
more
recently
arrived
than
I
,
stopped
me
on
the
road
.
