Gatsby's Incorruptible Dream

I didn't want to leave Gatsby. I missed that train, and then another, before I could get myself away. Jordan Baker often called me up at the sour because the uncertainty of her own movements between hotels and clubs and private houses made her hard to find in any other way. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end. He looked at me anxiously, as if he hoped I'd corroborate this. Do, old sport. I'll call you about noon. Well, goodbye.