I don’t always see eye-to-eye with my law school colleague and UW superblogger Ann Althouse (and her comments section is a wretched hive of scum and villainy) but I was pleased to see that she’s doing a series of close readings of sentences from The Great Gatsby. The world needs more close reading. Today’s entry:
Gatsby’s notoriety, spread about by the hundreds who had accepted his hospitality and so become authorities on his past, had increased all summer until he fell just short of being news.
My own favorite sentence in Gatsby is a simple one.
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.