Read the excerpt from Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby.
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!
glanced seaward-and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the
end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
Gatsby's reaching from the darkness toward the light, creates