A Eulogy for Gatsby When I first came to New York, I heard all these crazy stories of a man named Gatsby. He was throwing these wild parties, he had relatives in Germany where he received a lot of his riches, and so on and so on. If only I had known how great he really was. I only knew the man, the myth, the reality for a short period of time. And in this period of time, he changed my life like no one ever has and probably ever will. Gatsby loved one thing in his life and one thing only… Daisy. To him, Daisy was his first breath in the morning and his last in the evening. He moved directly across the stre