I was reading The Great Gatsby five minutes ago and this struck me as an amazing passage.
"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, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey."
That smile, for me, is not that of Gatsby, but of this guy.
![](http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t248/schrutefarm07/bliss.jpg)
There are no words left. He's indescribable.