Read the following passage from the end of F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby
Dimly I heard some one murmur "Blessed are the dead that
the rain falls on," and then the owl-eyed man said "Amen to
that," in a brave voice.
We straggled down quickly through the rain to the cars.
Owl-eyes spoke to me by the gate.
"I couldn't get to the house," he remarked.
"Neither could anybody else.
"Go on!" He started. "Why, my God! they used to go there by
the hundreds."
Which statement most accurately describes the aesthetic impact of the
excerpt?