The only other thing that I can think to add to this is
the fact that Nick's final remarks act as a eulogy of sorts for
Gatsby.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic
future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no
matter—to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine
morning——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne
back ceaselessly into the
past.
In essence, this is
Nick's eulogy for Gatsby. A eulogy does not have to be delivered at the funeral. It is
generally a text of some sort (it can be a poem, even) that honors the dead. In this
case, the entire novel is a eulogy as well, an extended honoring of Jat Gatz his one
true friend, Nick Carraway.
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