From The Great Gatsby” F. Scott Fitzgerald
He smiled understandingly – much more than
understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles
with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that
you may come across four or five times in life. It
faced – or seemed to face – the whole eternal
world for an instant, and then concentrated on
you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour.
It understood you just as far as you wanted to
be understood, believed in you as you would like
to believe in yourself, and assured you that it
had precisely the impression of you that, at your
best, you hoped to convey.
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