Nick describes Gatsby in this way:

A.He was a blonde, spiritless man, anemic, and faintly handsome.

B.He had on a dress suit and patent leather shoes and I couldn't keep my eyes off
him but every time he looked at me I had to pretend to be
looking at the advertisement over his head.

C.If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was
something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of
life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register
earthquakes ten thousand miles away,

D. His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness
he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people
he liked-and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.