the great gatsby really got me, this time. it was lost on me in high school — i was annoyed and confused with it, then. i was a christian. i remember judging the narrator for not realizing that he was wasting his breath on the whole story, because of course nothing mattered, other than a salvation by jesus christ, in the end. and there was no salvation in the great gatsby. only a pointing out of the absurdity of life and the desires of humankind and how both get us, in the end. of course they do, i thought. of course none of it matters, except getting to heaven with jesus.