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And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament"—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
Answer:
D
Explanation:
I dont know if it is correct or not but it sounds like its the only answer that makes sense.
Ted Kerasote introduces the setting in the first paragraph of his essay. He describes the scene to the reader, that the action is taking place in the Northeastern corner of Yellowstone Park in the hills above Soda Bottle Creek. He describes that it's an isolated area, if you left one road you would not come across another one for quite some time.
Its expresses one's opinion in a way considered annoying pompous and dogmatic.
Ex. People are pontificated when you kept asking questions, google it! Lazy!
Incorrect
I watch T.V. In the evening
