Jay Gatsby Eulogy

“Today, we few are gathered here to reflect upon the life of a great man - Jay Gatsby. I knew him for many years, if not personally, then subjectively, as a servant of his household during the latter part of his extravagant life.
Though he has always kept me at distance, in an impersonal and preoccupied way, there existed a certain, undeniable intimacy between us. Through years of dusting his lavish furniture, I’ve come to develope an inexorable sense of respect for this man out of great conviction and understanding. Though his inability to let go of the past was a principal attribute in achieving his success of wealth, it was also a flaw that lead to his inevitable downfall. Thus, he led an ironic life lead, resulting in a somewhat unavoidable

Indeed, just a few days ago, floods of the wealthy attended his lively parties. Now that he is deceased, nobody even cares to come to show even a slightest gratitude; Gatsby’s previous crowd of guests and attendants seemed to have died with him. Perhaps that is the fault in the lives of the partying higher class of this generation in this age; life moves too fast and meaningless for one to reflect upon the sadnesses of loss - Gatsby’s death was forgotten by them long before its happening.When I first started working for Gatsby several years ago, he had just moved into his current mansion on the West Egg. I am not sure

I couldn’t help but feel the disjunction between Gatsby’s prolonged monologues about Daisy and her actual character. I do not know what Gatsby saw in her. Perhaps it was an image of the past.A series of unfortunate events involving Daisy and Gatsby’s love affair led to his murder, in the pool of his mansion.Minutes before his death, I spoke with him privately.When he heard me walking about the garden, he called out to me. Floating in the pool, he quietly told me about his wishes to die. He even asked for my assistance in his death.Of course, I could not accept. Not three minutes after I had left for help, I heard a gunshot.That was the last of the great Gatsby, whether he died by his own hand or not.Put simply, Gatsby was a time-bomb. He wished his own death.I say this as a frank matter-of-fact, without condemning or condoning his life decisions. I admit that I speak with unavoidable bias: I feel a considerable sense of personal connection for him derived from years of working as his humble servant. I am in no position to interject my personal judgement on Gatsby’s character, but I am able to provide some hindsight.His views of the world around him were