“He had changed since his New
Haven years. Now he was a sturdy, straw haired man of thirty 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 ridding clothes
could fade 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 had 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.’” -F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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