My first-year students are obliged to read both Poe's 'Masque of the Red Death' and Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby this term. Today, one of them noticed that Prince Prospero has a lot in common with Gatsby - each of them building a house and a world according to their high-end designer tastes, each throwing lavish but meaningless parties, each trying to shoo the insistent, dolphin's-nose bumping of mortality from their shins. Is Gatsby Prospero in West Egg, in truth? And, if so, who is Caliban? These are deep, deep questions.