Fitzgerald a Poet In Disguise

"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."

(Fitzgerald2)