Just imagine Fitzgerald getting this letter, punching the air...
"I have only two actual criticisms"
Cut to: Scott, COLLAPSED in chair, white knuckled grip on chair arm, "you can do this Scott, you can do this"
"Now everything about Gatsby is more or less a mystery i.e. more or less vague, and this may be somewhat of an artistic intention, but I think it is mistaken."
"MISTAKEN?!?!"
*teacup crash*
"I think that for some reason or other a reader—this was true of Mr Scribner and of Louise—gets an idea that Gatsby is a much older man than he is, although you have the writer say that he is a little older than himself"
Scott: Oh no
"that you might here or there interpolate some phrases, and possibly incidents ... that would suggest that he was in some active way mysteriously engaged"
Scott: oh okay that's an afternoon, thank god, I really need the onsub advance
"There is one other point."
Scott: WHAT
Scott: *there is no Scott* *is an actual puddle now*