The One and Only Gatsby.

Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction-
Gatsby who represented everything for which I have unaffected scorn.

 If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures,
then there was something 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 again.

No-Gatsby turned out all right 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. (Fitzgerald pg. 6)