Fitzgerald

Poor F.S. Fitzgerald ends Gatsby with a heart-felt homage to the time when just the Indians roamed East and West Egg, when it 'was just there', nothing more than it was, not made into anything luxurious or attached to monetary value and prestige, back when its prestige was merely that which anyone could bring to it through their own simple thoughts of the sweet inner life we all have in us. Birds made their home there, there were trees, and water coming and going. One didn't need any overblown self-image constructed on luxury living.

There is not much moralizing, beyond some symbolism here and there, to The Great Gatsby. The small poetic moment at the end does not beat one over the head. It is made deeper, wider, more meaningful and yes, more poignant, by the brave and generous gesture it was on Fitzgerald's part, to share his small gain of enlightenment with the rest of us as his life marched on to the crack-up and other sorry pieces of his end.