And the winner of the most useful tool in classic literature goes to *drum roll* . . .
THE PAPER KNIFE!
But then along came Owl Eyes, and he knew that Jay Gatsby didn’t have one, and in his magnified ocular opinion it was pure genius.
“See!” he cried triumphantly. “It’s a bona-fide piece of printed matter. It fooled me. This fella’s a regular Belasco. It’s a triumph. What thoroughness! What realism! Knew when to stop, too – didn’t cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect?”
Gatsby’s library was full of real books, yet they were obviously unread. May this never be said about me. I’ll be placing my order for one of these right away.