What I was thinking when
I first saw Gatsby was not what I thought it was going to be. Earlier that day
I had heard an array of rumors about this mysterious and possibly convoluted
Gatsby. His mansion was already a reason for judgment. The house was gigantic.
It had everything a man could ever need. I knew about the ravishing parties as
well, but I knew nothing of the man who threw them. Just tonight, at dinner,
Jordan Baker mentioned Gatsby. She made it seem like the entire world knew this
man. Daisy seemed extremely interested as well, but she had enough to worry
tonight. Tom’s mistress called right in the middle of dinner and Daisy
seemed to know about the entire situation. Though, it was not surprising that Tom
was having an affair.
On my way home that
night, after the dinner with Daisy, Tom, and Jordan, is when I saw him. He was
standing out on his dock reaching out to what seemed like nothing, but in the
distance there was a green light. I assumed he was reaching toward that, but
the poor man was shaking. He did not seem to fit any of the rumors I had heard.
He was not drinking and partying. He was completely alone, which did not make
much sense. He seemed to want to be alone though. I don’t think anyone would
have wanted to disturb him. Why would a man with so much, want so little? I felt bad for him, but there was obviously
something more to that light than meets the eye. He seemed lost and broken.
I was going to yell to
him to see if we could be introduced, but it did not seem to be the right
moment. The strangest part was that after a while he just disappeared. I turned
away for just a few seconds and when I looked back he was gone. I guess he may
have seen me and did not want to talk. With all of that trembling, I don’t think
anyone would want to have a conversation. I had created my own rumors now.
Maybe he was actually drunk and just acting strange or maybe he was insane. Either
way, there is something more to this man than meets the eye. He is hiding
something.
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