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The Great Gatsby - Planet eBook

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view of the water, a

view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires—all for eighty dollars a month. Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed and I’d known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago. Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven—a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anti-climax. His family were enormously wealthy—even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach—but now he’d left Chicago and come east in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance he’d brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that. Why they came east I don’t know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe it—I had no sight into Daisy’s heart but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game. The Great Gatsby

And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens—finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch. He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy, straw haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body—he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage—a cruel body. His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked—and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts. ‘Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,’ Free eBooks at Planet

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    illuminated a bizarre and tumultuou

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    At least a dozen men, some of them

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    theatre district, I felt a sinking

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    them: ‘Love, Nick,’ and all I c

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    Auerbach and Mr. Chrystie’s wife)

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    out a burst of melody from its thre

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    ‘I see.’ ‘My family all died

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    ought to know something about me. I

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    lar I met Gatsby for lunch. Blinkin

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    other time.’ ‘I beg your pardon

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    fifty years old, and I won’t impo

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    lor demanded the privilege of monop

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    took it into the tub with her and s

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    ‘Why not?’ ‘Gatsby bought tha

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    Chapter 5 W hen I came home to West

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    happens to be a rather confidential

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    taking place outside. Finally he go

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    momentarily at me and his lips part

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    their roofs thatched with straw. Pe

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    ‘Oh, I’ve been in several thing

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    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 ove

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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 a

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    him. He was a friend of Daisy’s.

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    white.’ Flushed with his impassio

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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 8 I couldn’t sleep all ni

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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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