The Great Gatsby - Holmdel

Chapter 4On Sunday morning while church bells rang in the villagesalong shore the world and its mistress returnedto Gatsby’s house and twinkled hilariously on his lawn.‘He’s a bootlegger,’ said the young ladies, moving somewherebetween his cocktails and his flowers. ‘One time hekilled a man who had found out that he was nephew to vonHindenburg and second cousin to the devil. Reach me arose, honey, and pour me a last drop into that there crystalglass.’Once I wrote down on the empty spaces of a time-tablethe names of those who came to Gatsby’s house that summer.It is an old time-table now, disintegrating at its foldsand headed ‘This schedule in effect July 5th, 1922.’ But Ican still read the grey names and they will give you a betterimpression than my generalities of those who acceptedGatsby’s hospitality and paid him the subtle tribute ofknowing nothing whatever about him.From East Egg, then, came the Chester Beckers and theLeeches and a man named Bunsen whom I knew at Yale andDoctor Webster Civet who was drowned last summer up inMaine. And the Hornbeams and the Willie Voltaires and awhole clan named Blackbuck who always gathered in a cornerand flipped up their noses like goats at whosoever camenear. And the Ismays and the Chrysties (or rather Hubert66The Great Gatsby