F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby She vanished. In a moment Meyer Wolfsheim stood
solemnly in the doorway, holding out both hands. He drew me into his office, remarking in a reverent voice that it was a sad time for all of us, and offered me a cigar. “My memory goes back to when I first met him,” he said.
“A young major just out of the army and covered over with medals he got in the war. He was so hard up he had to keep on wearing his uniform because he couldn‟t buy some regular clothes. First time I saw him was when he come into Winebrenner‟s poolroom at Forty-third Street and asked for a job. He hadn‟t eat anything for a couple of days. „come on have some lunch with me,‟ I sid. He ate more than four dollars‟ worth of food in half an hour.” “Did you start him in business?” I inquired. “Start him! I made him.” “Oh.” “I raised him up out of nothing, right out of the gutter. I
saw right away he was a fine-appearing, gentlemanly young man, and when he told me he was at Oggsford I knew I could use him good. I got him to join up in the American Legion and he used to stand high there. Right off he did some work for a client of mine up to Albany. We were so thick like that in