A Eulogy For Gatsby

Part I of Essay
When I first came to New York, I heard all these crazy stories of a man named Gatsby. He was throwing these wild parties, he had relatives in Germany where he received a lot of his riches, and so on and so on. If only I had known how great he really was. I only knew the ....

Part II of Essay
.... now affect the lives of everyone who knew Gatsby. Gatsby was doing what he loved most, spending time with Daisy, while Daisy was driving, when she accidentally hit a woman. Well, that woman’s husband heard a horrible rumor, which placed Gatsby in the drivers seat. The man then finds Gatsby and shoots him. I wish, like so many others, though they can not come today, that the truth be told earlier, so we could still be partying at Gatsby’s house as we have so many times before. The parties which filled the whole community with joy and ant ....