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,
I always found this introduction to Gatsby fascinating. He is the narrators one exception to his values, because Gatsby represents a quality of deep hope. I often equate hope to a love of life, a belief system that believes everything will work out because life is beautiful. This paragraph made me feel like the narrator also has made this connection and is why even though Gatsby has many flaws, it is hard to dislike him because of his "gift".