Waist-deep in student papers

I will not be posting anything very intelligent or even intelligible today, for that matter. I am waist-deep in student papers, in which slavery still existed in the South into the ’twenties, tragedy involves the death of the main character or protagonist near the end of the novel, Gatsby “turned out all right in the end” because passionate and adulterous amor vincit omnia, a bastard is how each of us is born, and grammar takes early retirement. By tomorrow morning I may have recovered.

Update: Best examination answer so far. Asked to identify the last words that Nick says to Gatsby (“They’re a rotten crowd. . . . You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together”), one student writes: “Jews living in New York.”