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Gatsby's Questions

Why does he describe almost everything and everyone with colors?

Why is Tom and Daisy still together?

Why Does Gatsby host so many parties?

The Abnormal MInd of Oneself

He didn’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  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,
or a hostile levity when I realized some unmistakable sign an intimate 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. pg.5