‘I wanted to get somebody for him. I wanted to go into the room where he lay and reassure him: “I’ll get somebody for you, Gatsby. Don’t worry. Just trust me and I’ll get somebody for you -“‘

I was woefully disinterested in this book until Gatsby dropped (possibly due to the plot being so widely known that all sense of mystery and tension were lost for me).
But I ached for Gatsby in the aftermath, and read those final, poignant lines in a sort of flat state, as if drowned in the reality of that fiction.