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 external world for an instant, and then concentrated on
you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just
as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would
like to believe in yourself.
The Great Gatsby- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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