What I was thinking when I saw Nick again.

It would be months before I saw Daisy's cousin, Nick Carraway, again. I never thought Nick, a man who with privilege, a great education, an ambition to succeed could fall into a steep depression. When I offered my hand, he arms remained frozen to his body while his eyes seemed to go through me. For a moment I felt sorry for him; unfortunately, when he told me how this all happened, my piety ceased. Gatsby's death had greatly affected him. I couldn't understand how Gatsby, above all men, had affected him so terribly. Nick as just as well as I did that Gatsby could never be more than a repulsive, meager, unscrupulous bootleggers. I told him not to feel piety for Gatsby's loss, but rather to rejoice that he has departed from our lives. Astonishingly, he didn't seem to agree. 'What had Gatsby done', I wondered 'that tampered with Nick's ability to judge a well rounded character'.Nick spent a great amount of time with Gatsby, and he couldn't see the man that many people have now came to know. from that moment on Nick and I became strangers to one another. I walked home that evening asking myself over and over the same question: If we would had stayed behind could Daisy had changed to Nick's unruly character? After a while I felt proud that we abandoned our old life in the east, for if we had stayed then wouldn't had been able to move on with our lives.