The Great Gatsby - Decided to give this one a second reading, the last time I read it was circa 1994. After watching Midnight in Paris I got nostalgic for some of my favorite authors.
Here’s one of my favorite bits:
“He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across for our five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”
