"He went out of the room calling 'Ewing!' and returned in a few minutes accompanied by an embarrassed, slightly worn young man, with shell-rimmed glasses and scanty blond hair."

Imagine having a blond, bespectacled man somewhere in your house, going to fetch him, while yelling his name — his name being the implausible Ewing — and then, upon production, this Ewing character is embarrassed and slightly worn.

I know, that's not the sort of situation you've got at your house, and it's not my house either, but it is Gatsby's house, here in our Gatsby project, where we read one sentence from "The Great Gatsby" — out of context — every day, because, well, no one remembers why.

It's a bit like the way you're looking at a sunset with 2 companions, and the lady can only come up with the idea of pushing you around on one of the pink clouds, and the guy is trying to leave, and you're perfectly desperate, and you hear yourself saying I know! I'll get Ewing!