He’s just a man named Gatsby.
He stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way
I could have sworn he was trembling.
Gatsby. Somebody told me--
Anyhow, he gives large parties
Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.
He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly. 
It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it
His tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day.
Standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes
He’s just a man named Gatsby.