Narrator: So what's so great about a guy named Gatsby? He gets a whole book dedicated to him and how great he is? What about just the O.K. guy Gatsby?
You're about to read the first half of the book The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and it's set during the 1920s. The Great Gatsby is narrated by one of the main characters, named Nick Carraway - and Fitzgerald uses the pronoun / when he's telling the story.
You'll read about East Egg and West Egg. What are these eggs, you may ask? Well, they're two peninsulas in Long Island Sound. (They look a lot like eggs; that's the meaning behind the name.) You'll also hear about "the city," which in this case is New York City.
Be on the lookout: A couple of these characters use disrespectful language, and they re clearly racist. Fitzgerald is revealing who these characters really are and influencing your opinion of them. It doesn't mean that Fitzgerald holds the same beliefs as his characters, and it doesn't mean that these perspectives are O.K. by any means.
So, as you read, be aware that sometimes Nick switches from telling the actual story to his perspective of the events, but eventually he'll just get back to the story, so keep with him, and you'll learn why Gatsby was great. Or maybe he wasn't great....
Spoiler alert? I don't know. You should read it.
hello and welcome to the Great Gatsby free Audi book my name is Miss Deming and I'm going to be reading you each chapter of The Great Gatsby um uploading them one by one as quickly as I can in the coming weeks feel free to go to my playlist on my channel and listen to all of the chapters I also have Salvage the bones by Jasmine board and the complete collection of homegoing um by y Jessie and I'm doing Salvage the bones at the same time as the great gasby so they will both come out um one by one in the coming weeks today we are starting with chapter one in this chapter you'll want to pay attention to the perspective of our narrator who we're getting to meet his name is Nick caroway and um pay attention to whether or not you think he's a reliable narrator why or why not and um um think about his point of view you're also going to see really detailed imagery around the setting pay attention to the setting and contrasting descriptions of certain settings in this chapter so we're starting on page one chapter one The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald in my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since whenever you feel like criticizing anyone he told me just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had he didn't say anymore 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 to this quality when it appears 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 fed sleep preoccupation or a hostile levity when I realize by some unmistakable sign that an intimate Revelation 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 parceled out unequally at Birth and after boasting this way of my tolerance I come to the admission that it has a limit conduct may be founded on the Hard Rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on when I came back from the East last Autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and out a sort of moral attention forever I wanted no more RI excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart only Gatsby the man who gives his name to this book was exempt from my reaction Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn if personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures then there was something gorgeous about him some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes 10,000 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 in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again no Gatsby turned out all right at the end it is what prayed 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 we're at the top of Page Three my family have been prominent well-to-do people in this middle western City for three generations the carow ways are something of a clan and we have a tradition that we're descended from The Dukes of buluk but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother who came here in 51 sent a substitute to the Civil War and started the Wholesale Hardware business that my father carries on today I never saw this great uncle but I'm supposed to look like him with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father's Office I graduated from New Haven in 1915 just a quarter of a century after my father and a little later I participated in that delayed tonic migration known as the Great War I enjoyed the counter rate so thoroughly that I came back Restless instead of being the warm center of the world the middle west now seemed like the Ragged edge of the universe so I decided to go east and learn the bond business everybody I knew was in the bond business um by five thank you everybody I knew was in the bond business so I supposed it could support one more single man all my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me and finally said why yes with very grave hesitant faces father agreed to finance me for a year and after various delays I came East permanently I thought in the spring of 22 the Practical thing was to find rooms in the city but it was a warm season and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting Town it sounded like a great idea he found the house a weather-beaten cardboard Bungalow at 80 a month but at the last minute The Firm ordered him to Washington and I went out to the country alone I had a dog at least I had him for a few days until he ran away and an old Dodge and a Finn woman who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove it was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man more recently arrived than I stopped me on the road how you get to West Egg Village he asked helplessly I told him and as I walked on I was lonely no longer I was a guide a Pathfinder an original settler he had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood and so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees just as things grow in fast movies I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer there was so much to read for one thing and so much fine Health to be pulled down out of the young breath giving air I bought a dozen volumes on Banking and credit and investment Securities and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint promising to unfold The Shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and msus knew and I had the high intention of reading many other books besides I was rather literary in college one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the Yale news and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all Specialists the well-rounded man this isn't just an epigram life is much more successfully looked at from a single window after all it wasn't matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America it was on that slender riotous Island which extends itself due east of New York and where there are among other natural Curiosities two unusual formations of land 20 miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy Bay jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western Hemisphere spere the great wet Barnyard of Long Island Sound they are not perfect ovals like the egg in the Columbus story they are both crushed flat at the contact end but their physical resemblance must be a source of Perpetual confusion to the goals that fly overhead to the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size I lived at West Egg the well the less fashionable of the two though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little Sinister contrast between them my house was at the very tip of the egg only 50 yards yards from the sound and squeezed between two huge places that rented for 12 or 15,000 a season the one on my right was a colossal Affair by any standard it was a factual imitation of some Hotel Deville in Normandy with a tower on one side spanking new under a thin beard of raw Ivy and a marble swimming pool and more than 40 acres of lawn and garden it was Gatsby's Mansion or rather as I didn't know Mr Gatsby it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name my own house was an eyesore thought it was a small eyesore and it had been overlooked so I had a view of the water a partial view of my neighbor's lawn and the consoling proximity of millionaires all for $80 a month across the courtesy Bay the white palaces of fashionable East egg glittered along the water and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom buchanans Daisy was my second cousin once removed and I'd known Tom in college and just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago her husband among various physical accomplishments had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven a national figure in a way one of those men who reached such an acute limited Excellence at 21 that everything afterwards savors of anticlimax his family were enormously wealthy even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach but now he left Chicago and come east in a fashion that rather took your breath away for instance he'd brought down a string of Polo ponies from Lake Forest it was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that why they came East I don't know they had spent a year in France for no particular reason and then drifted here and there unrestful wherever people played Polo and were Rich together this was a permanent move said Daisy over the telephone but I didn't believe it I had no sight into Daisy's heart but I felt that Tom would drift on on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game and so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all their house was even more elaborate than I expected a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial Mansion overlooking the bay the lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile jumping over Sund dials and brick walks and burning Gardens finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright Vines as though from the momentum of its run the front was broken by a line of French Windows glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch we're at the top of page seven he had changed since his New Haven years years now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of 30 with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward not even the effeminate Swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat it was a body capable of enormous leverage a cruel body his speaking voice a Gruff husky tenor added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed there was a touch of paternal contempt in it even toward people he liked and there were men at New Haven who hated his guts now don't think my opinion on these matters is final he seemed to say just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are we were in the same senior society and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh defiant wistfulness of his own we talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch I've got a nice place here he said his eyes flashing about restlessly turning me around by one arm he moved a broad flat hand along the front Vista including in its sweep a sunken Italian Garden a Halfacre of deep pungent roses and a snub-nosed motorboat that bumped the tide offshore it belonged to Dain the oil man he turned me around again politely and abruptly we'll go inside we walked through a high hallway into a bright Rosy colored space fragile bound into the house by French windows at either end the windows were a jar and gleaming White against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house a breeze blew through the room blue curtains in at one end and out the other like pale Flags twisting them up toward the Frosted wedding cake of the ceiling and then rippled over the wine colored rug making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea the only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were booed up as though upon an anchored balloon they were both in white and their dresses were Rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house I must have stood for a few moments listening to the Whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and caught the wind and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor the younger of the two was a stranger to me she was extended full length at her end of the Devon completely motionless and with her chin raised Ed a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall if she saw me out of the corner of her eye she gave no hint of it indeed I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having Disturbed her by coming in the other girl Daisy made an attempt to rise she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression then she laughed an absurd Charming little laugh and I laughed too and came forward into the room I'm paralyzed with happiness she laughed again as if she said something very witty and held my hand for a moment looking up into my face promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see that was a way she had she hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her and irrelevant criticism that made it no less Charming at any rate Miss Baker's lips flooded uttered she nodded at me almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright again a sort of apology arose to my lips almost any exhibition of complete self-sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low thrilling voice it was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange arangement of notes that will never be played again her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget a singing compulsion a whispered listen a promise that she had done gay exciting things just a while since and that there were gay exciting things hovering in the next hour I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago Chicago for a day on my way East and how a dozen people had sent their love through me do they miss me she cried ecstatically the whole town is desolate all the cars have left the have the left rear wheel painted black as a morning wreath and there's a persistent whale all night along the North Shore gorgeous let's go back Tom tomorrow then she added irrelevantly you want to see the baby I'd like to top of page 10 she's asleep she's three years old haven't you ever seen her never well you ought to see her she's Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder what you doing Nick I'm a bond man who with I told him never heard of them he remarked decisively this annoyed me you will I answered shortly you will if you stay in the East oh I'll stay in the East don't you worry he said glancing at Daisy and then back at me as if you were alert for something more I'd be a godamn fool to live anywhere else at this point Miss Baker said absolutely with such suddenness that I started it was the first word she had uttered since I came into the room evidently it surprised her as much as it did me for she yawned and with a series of Rapid deaf movements stood up into the room stiff she complained I've been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember don't look at me da retorted I've been trying to get you to New York all afternoon no thanks said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry I'm absolutely in training her host looked at her incredulously you are he took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass how you ever get anything done is beyond me I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she got done I enjoyed looking at her she was a slender small breasted girl with an erect Carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young Cadet her gray sunst strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a one Charming discontented face it occurred to me now that I had seen her or a picture of her somewhere before you live in West Egg she remarked contemptuously I know somebody there I don't know a single you must know Gatsby Gatsby demanded Daisy what Gatsby before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another Square slenderly languidly their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a Rosy colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind what candles objected Daisy frowning she snapped them out with her fingers in two weeks it'll be the longest day in the year she looked at us all radiantly did you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it we ought to plan something yawned Miss Baker sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed all right said Daisy what'll we plan she turned to me helplessly what do people Plan before I could answer her eyes fastened with an odd expression on her little finger look she complained I heard it we all looked the knuckle was black and blue you did it Tom she said accusingly I know you didn't mean to but you did do it that's what I get for marrying a brute of a man a great big hulking physical specimen of a I hate that word hulking objected Tom Crossley even in kidding hulking insisted Daisy sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once unobtrusively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire they were here and they accepted Tom and me making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained they knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away it was sharply different from the west where an evening was hurried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself you make me feel uncivilized Daisy I confessed on my second glass of Corky but rather impress impressive Claret can't you talk about crops or something I meant nothing in particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected ways way civilization's going to Pieces broke out Tom violently I've gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things have you read the rise of the colored Empires by this man Goddard why no I answered rather surprised by his tone well it's a fine book and everybody ought to read it the idea is if we don't look out the white race will be will be utterly submerged it's all scientific stuff it's been proved Tom's getting very profound said Daisy with an expression of unthoughtful sadness he reads deep books with long words in them what was that word we well these books are all scientific insisted Tom glancing at her impatiently this fellow has worked out the whole thing it's up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have contr control of things we've got to beat them down whispered Daisy winking ferociously toward the fervent son you ought to live in California began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair this idea is that we're nordics I am and you are and you are and after an infantes hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again and we've produced all the things that go to make civilization oh science and art and all that do you see there was something pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency more acute than of old was not enough to him anymore when almost immediately the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary Interruption and leaned toward me I'll tell you a family secret she whispered enthusiastically it's about the butler's nose do you want to hear about the butler's nose that's why I came came over tonight well he wasn't always a butler he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for 200 people he had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose things went from bad to worse suggested Miss Baker yes things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position for a moment the last Sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened then the glow faded each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a Pleasant Street at dusk the butler came back and murmured something close to Tom's ear whereupon Tom frowned pushed back his chair and without a word went inside as if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again her voice glowing and singing i' love to see you at my table Nick you remind me of a of a rose an absolute Rose doesn't she turned to Miss Baker for confirmation an absolute Rose this was untrue I'm not even faintly like a rose she was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless thrilling words then suddenly she threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and went into the house Miss Baker and I exed changed a short glance consciously devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said sh in a warning voice a subdued impassioned murmur was audible in the room Beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward unashamed trying to hear the murmur trembled on the verge of coherence sank down mounted excitedly and then ceased altogether this Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor I said don't talk I want to hear what happens is something happening I inquired innocently you mean to say you don't know said Miss Baker honestly surprised I thought everybody knew I don't why she said hesitantly Tom's got some woman in New York got some woman I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded she might have the decency not to telephone him at dinner time don't you think almost before I had grasped her meaning there was a flutter of aess and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table it couldn't be helped cried Daisy with tense gayy she sat down glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued I looked Outdoors for a minute and it's very romantic Outdoors there's a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightingale come over on the CER or white Starline he's singing away her voice sang It's romantic isn't it Tom very romantic antic he said and then miserably to me if it's light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the Stables the telephone rang inside startlingly and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables in fact all subjects vanished into air among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again pointlessly and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at everyone and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn't guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain Hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest's shill metallic urgency out of mind to a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing my own Instinct was to telephone immediately for the police we're at the top of page 16 the horses needless to say were not mentioned again Tom Tom and Miss Baker with several feet of Twilight between them strolled back into the library as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body while trying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting Verandas to the porch in front in its deep Gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker sat Daisy took her face in her hands as of feeling its lovely shape and her eyes moved gradually out into the Velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl we don't know each other very well Nick she said suddenly even if we are cousins you didn't come to my wedding I wasn't back from the war that's true she hesitated well I've had a very bad time Nick and I'm pretty cynical about everything evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn't say anymore and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter I suppose she talks and eats and everything oh yes she looked at me absently listen Nick let me tell you what I said when she was born would you like to hear very much it'll show you how I've gotten to feel about things well she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of The Ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl she told me it was a girl and so I turned my head away and wept all right I said I'm glad it's a girl and I hope she'll be a fool that's the best thing a girl can be in this world a beautiful little fool you see I think everything's terrible anyhow she went on and in a convinced way everybody thinks so the most advanced people and I know I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way rather like Tom's and she laughed with thrilling scorn sophisticated God I'm sophisticated the instant her voice broke off ceasing to compel my attention my belief I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said said it made me uneasy as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributary emotion from me I waited and sure enough in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged inside the Crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the Saturday evening post the words murmurous and uninflected running together in a soothing tune the Lamplight bright on his boots and dull on the Autumn Leaf yellow of her hair glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of Slender muscles in her arms when we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand to be continued she said tossing the magazine on the table in our very next issue her body asserted itself with a Restless movement of her knee and she stood up 10:00 she remarked apparently finding the time on the ceiling time for this good girl to go to bed Jordan's going to play in the tournament tomorrow Jordan's going to play in the tournament tomorrow explained Daisy over at Westchester oh you're Jordan Baker I knew now why her face was so familiar its pleasing contemptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotra pictures of the Sporting Life at Asheville and hot springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too a critical unpleasant story but what it was I had forgotten long ago good night she said softly wake me at 8 won't you if you'll get up I will good night Mr caroway see you and on of course you will confirmed Daisy in fact I think I'll arrange a marriage come over often Nick and I'll sort of oh you together you know lock you up accidentally in Len closets and push you out to seea in a boat and all that sort of thing good night called Miss Baker from the stairs I haven't heard a word she's a nice girl said Tom after a moment they oughtn't let her run around the country this way who oughtn't to inquired Daisy coldly her family her family is one aunt about a thousand years old besides Nick's going to look after her aren't you Nick she's going to spend lots of weekends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her Daisy and Tom looked at each other for a moment in silence is she from New York I asked quickly from Louisville our white girlhood was passed together there our beautiful white did you give Nick a little heart-to-heart talk on The Veranda demanded Tom suddenly did I she looked at me I can't seem to remember but I think we talked about the Nordic race yes I'm sure we did it sort of crept up on us and first thing you know don't believe everything you hear Nick he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all and a few minutes later I got up to go home they came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light as I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called wait I forgot to ask you something and it's important we heard you were engaged to a girl out west that's right corroborated Tom kindly we heard that you were engaged it's a Lial I'm too poor but we heard it insisted Daisy surprising me by opening up again in a flowerlike way we heard it from three people so it must be true of course I knew what they were referring to but I wasn't even vaguely engaged the fact that gossip had published the bands was one of the reason reasons I had come east you can't stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriage their interest rather touched me and made them less remotely Rich nevertheless I was confused and a little disgusted as I drove away it seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out of the house child in arms but apparently there were no such intentions in her head as for Tom the fact that he had some woman in New York York was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart already it was deep summer on Roadhouse roofs and in front of Wayside garages where new red gas pumps sat out in pools of light and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard the wind had blown off leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full Bellows of the Earth blew the frogs full of life the silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the Moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone 50 feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the Stars something something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was Mr Gatsby himself come out to determine what share was his of our local Heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner and that would do for an introduction but I didn't call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling involuntarily I glanced seaward and distinguish nothing except a single green light my and far away that might have been at the end of a dock when I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness that was chapter one of The Great Gatsby tune in in a couple days for chapter 2 which starts on page 23 I hope you enjoyed it and enjoyed our first glimpse of Mr Gatsby himself and I'm excited to share the rest with you coming soon