The Great Gatsby
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The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Chapter one. 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 anyone, he told me, Just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had. He didn't say anymore, 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. 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 feign sleep preoccupation or 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, where at least the terms in which they expressed them are usually play juristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgment is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that as my father snobbish, we suggested that I snobbish we repeat a sense of the fundamental decencies, is parceled 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 don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn, I felt I wanted the world to be in uniform and had a sort of moral attention forever. I wanted no more righteous executions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exception 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's something gorgeous about him. Some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if you were related to one of those intricate machines that registered earthquakes 10,000 miles away. There was this responsiveness had nothing to do with the flabby impression ability, which is dignified under the name of the creative temperament. It is an extraordinary gift of hope, a romantic readiness such as I've never found in any other person in which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No Gatsby turned out to be alright. In the end, it is what preyed on Gatsby. What foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams and temporarily closed out my interest in the board of sorrow and short winded relations of men Mhm.