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ooks. As we entered he wheeled excitedly around and examinedJordan from head to foot.‘What do you think?’ he demanded impetuously.‘About what?’He waved his hand toward the book-shelves.‘About that. As a matter of fact you needn’t bother to ascertain.I ascertained. They’re real.’‘The books?’He nodded.‘Absolutely real—have pages and everything. I thoughtthey’d be a nice durable cardboard. Matter of fact, they’reabsolutely real. Pages and—Here! Lemme show you.’Taking our skepticism for granted, he rushed to thebookcases and returned with Volume One of the ‘StoddardLectures.’‘See!’ he cried triumphantly. ‘It’s a bona fide piece ofprinted matter. It fooled me. This fella’s a regular Belasco.It’s a triumph. What thoroughness! What realism! Knewwhen to stop too—didn’t cut the pages. But what do youwant? What do you expect?’He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily onits shelf muttering that if one brick was removed the wholelibrary was liable to collapse.‘Who brought you?’ he demanded. ‘Or did you just come?I was brought. Most people were brought.’Jordan looked at him alertly, cheerfully without answering.‘I was brought by a woman named Roosevelt,’ he continued.‘Mrs. Claud Roosevelt. Do you know her? I met her
somewhere last night. I’ve been drunk for about a week now,and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.’‘Has it?’‘A little bit, I think. I can’t tell yet. I’ve only been here anhour. Did I tell you about the books? They’re real. They’re——‘‘You told us.’We shook hands with him gravely and went back outdoors.There was dancing now on the canvas in the garden,old men pushing young girls backward in eternal gracelesscircles, superior couples holding each other tortuously,fashionably and keeping in the corners—and a great numberof single girls dancing individualistically or relievingthe orchestra for a moment of the burden of the banjo or thetraps. By midnight the hilarity had increased. A celebratedtenor had sung in Italian and a notorious contralto had sungin jazz and between the numbers people were doing ‘stunts’all over the garden, while happy vacuous bursts of laughterrose toward the summer sky. A pair of stage ‘twins’—whoturned out to be the girls in yellow—did a baby act in costumeand champagne was served in glasses bigger thanfinger bowls. The moon had risen higher, and floating in theSound was a triangle of silver scales, trembling a little to thestiff, tinny drip of the banjoes on the lawn.I was still with Jordan Baker. We were sitting at a tablewith a man of about my age and a rowdy little girl who gaveway upon the slightest provocation to uncontrollable laughter.I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls
Page 1 and 2: The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzger
Page 3 and 4: Chapter 1In my younger and more vul
Page 5 and 6: aways are something of a clan and w
Page 7 and 8: It was a matter of chance that I sh
Page 9 and 10: And so it happened that on a warm w
Page 11 and 12: the whip and snap of the curtains a
Page 13 and 14: ‘What you doing, Nick?’‘I’m
Page 15 and 16: Before I could answer her eyes fast
Page 17 and 18: cally. ‘It’s about the butler
Page 19 and 20: or White Star Line. He’s singing
Page 21 and 22: attention, my belief, I felt the ba
Page 23 and 24: ‘Did I?’ She looked at me. ‘I
Page 25 and 26: ished, and I was alone again in the
Page 27 and 28: emn dumping ground.The valley of as
Page 29 and 30: ut there was an immediately percept
Page 31 and 32: The man peered doubtfully into the
Page 33 and 34: in the saucer of milk all afternoon
Page 35 and 36: ‘I like your dress,’ remarked M
Page 37 and 38: ‘Ask Myrtle,’ said Tom, breakin
Page 39 and 40: I was crazy about him? I never was
Page 41 and 42: photograph of a man of action. Taki
Page 43 and 44: Chapter 3There was music from my ne
Page 45 and 46: ecome for a sharp, joyous moment th
Page 47 and 48: unnaturally loud across the garden.
Page 49: necessary to whisper about in this
Page 53 and 54: ‘I thought you knew, old sport. I
Page 55 and 56: a big sensation.’ He smiled with
Page 57 and 58: der by dissension. One of the men w
Page 59 and 60: illuminated a bizarre and tumultuou
Page 61 and 62: At least a dozen men, some of them
Page 63 and 64: theatre district, I felt a sinking
Page 65 and 66: them: ‘Love, Nick,’ and all I c
Page 67 and 68: Auerbach and Mr. Chrystie’s wife)
Page 69 and 70: out a burst of melody from its thre
Page 71 and 72: ‘I see.’‘My family all died a
Page 73 and 74: ought to know something about me. I
Page 75 and 76: lar I met Gatsby for lunch. Blinkin
Page 77 and 78: other time.’‘I beg your pardon,
Page 79 and 80: fifty years old, and I won’t impo
Page 81 and 82: lor demanded the privilege of monop
Page 83 and 84: took it into the tub with her and s
Page 85 and 86: ‘Why not?’‘Gatsby bought that
Page 87 and 88: Chapter 5When I came home to West E
Page 89 and 90: happens to be a rather confidential
Page 91 and 92: taking place outside. Finally he go
Page 93 and 94: momentarily at me and his lips part
Page 95 and 96: their roofs thatched with straw. Pe
Page 97 and 98: ‘Oh, I’ve been in several thing
Page 99 and 100: an inconceivable pitch of intensity
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of a small town….’He rang off.
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IN BETWEEN TIME——As I went over
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he saw Dan Cody’s yacht drop anch
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had been coasting along all too hos
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habit who had been there previously
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my car. Excuse me for just a minute
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‘Mrs. Buchanan … and Mr. Buchan
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standing with Daisy and watching th
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of that year, was drifting out the
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they came to a place where there we
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village was that the new people wer
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‘We can’t move,’ they said to
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‘She doesn’t look like her fath
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innocently. ‘You know the adverti
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sy looked at Tom frowning and an in
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‘I’m sick,’ said Wilson witho
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sciousness of being observed and on
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turning around.‘There aren’t an
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him. He was a friend of Daisy’s.
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white.’Flushed with his impassion
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ing scorn: ‘Do you know why we le
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that bunch that hangs around with M
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‘Nick?’ He asked again.‘What?
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The ‘death car’ as the newspape
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Presently Tom lifted his head with
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Some dim impulse moved the policema
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I hadn’t gone twenty yards when I
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out that Daisy had been driving. He
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Chapter 8Icouldn’t sleep all nigh
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value in his eyes. He felt their pr
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efore he went to the front and foll
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sistible journey to Louisville on t
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geous pink rag of a suit made a bri
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ing. When they convinced her of thi
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‘This?’ he inquired, holding it
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‘That’s an advertisement,’ Mi
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up the front steps was the first th
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than she could endure. So Wilson wa
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Dear Mr. Carraway. This has been on
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I took him into the drawing-room, w
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less without them. My address is ca
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some work for a client of mine up t
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Rise from bed … … … … ….
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‘Neither could anybody else.’
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the wind blew the wet laundry stiff
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crazy enough to kill me if I hadn
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this continent, compelled into an a
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