I suppose he’d had the name ready for a long time, even then. His
parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people—his imagination had
never really accepted them as his parents at all. The truth was that Jay
Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of
himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means
just that—and he must be about His Father’s Business, the service of a
vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of
Jay Gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be likely to invent, and
to this conception he was faithful to the end
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