— As a symbol I can be incorruptible, I can be everlasting.
— What symbol?
— Something elemental, something terrifying.
We feel trapped by the names we’ve been given, as symbols of the intentions and expectations of others...
— If it wasn't for the mist, we could see the green light.
— What green light?
— The one that burns all night at the end of your dock.
Possibly...it had occurred to Gatsby that the colossal significance of that light had vanished forever.