Generally he was one of these worn-out men: when he wasn’t working he sat on a chair in the doorway and stared at the people and the cars that passed along the road. When any one spoke to him he invariably laughed in an agreeable, colorless way. He was his wife’s man and not his own.

– F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Great Gatsby, Chapter 7. Nick emphasizes George Wilson’s meekness and his deference to his wife Myrtle, saying bluntly that he wasn’t his own man.