Only Gatsby-the person who named this book-was outside my reaction range-Gatsby, who represented everything I really despised. If a person's personality is a series of successful gestures, then this person has a magnificent brilliance. He is highly sensitive to the hope of life, similar to a complex instrument that can record earthquakes thousands of miles away. This sensitivity has nothing to do with the softness of the so-called "creative temperament"-it is an unusual gift of eternal hope, a romantic agility that I have never found in others, and it is unlikely to find it again in the future.

Because he has a dream, because he is naive enough to resist the world, because although he was born in poverty, he has become a spiritual aristocrat who is dedicated to his ideals. Living is simple, but it takes a lot of courage to live and pursue lost dreams.

And Gatsby's hopeless sadness. Let this novel have some noble colors of classical tragedy.