Read and annotate the below passage. Then, jot down everything you know
about Gatsby thus far AND what you still want to know in the space below.
He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of
those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may
come across four or five times in life. It faced-or seemed to face-the
whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an
irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted
to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself,
and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your
best, you hoped to convey.