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Chapter 1 I n my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave mesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindever since. “Whenev ...

excursionswithprivileged glimpsesintothehumanheart. Only Gatsby,the manwho giveshis nameto this book,was exempt from my reaction ...

Thepracticalthingwastofindroomsinthecity,butitwasa warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, ...

separatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothemostdomest- icatedbody ofsaltwaterin theWesternhemisphere,thegreat wetbarnyard ofLongIs ...

Forest.it washardto realizethata maninmy owngeneration was wealthy enough to do that. Why they cameEast Idon’t know. Theyhad spe ...

approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own. We talked for a few minutes on the sun ...

laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. “I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.” S ...

Tom Buchanan, who had beenhovering restlessly about the room, stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. “What you doing, Nick? ...

“Gatsby?” demanded Daisy. “What Gatsby?” BeforeIcouldreplythathe wasmy neighbordinner wasan- nounced;wedginghistensearm imperati ...

“You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,” I confessed on my second glass ofcorky but rather impressiveclaret. “Can’t you talk about ...

two hundred people. He had to polish it from morning till night, until finally it began to affect his nose ——” “Things went from ...

Miss Baker nodded. “Shemight havethe decencynot totelephone him atdinner time. Don’t you think?” AlmostbeforeIhad graspedher mea ...

“We don’t know each other very well, Nick,” she said sud- denly. “Even if we are cousins. You didn’t come to my wedding.” “I was ...

soothing tune. Thelamp-light, bright on his bootsand dull on the autumn-leaf yellow ofher hair, glintedalong the paper as she tu ...

“Is she from New York?” I asked quickly. “From Louisville. Our white girlhood was passed together there. Our beautiful white ——” ...

car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard. The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright ...

Chapter 2 A bouthalfwaybetweenWest EggandNew Yorkthemotor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarterofa mi ...

saunteredabout,chattingwithwhomsoeverheknew.ThoughI wascurioustoseeher,Ihadnodesiretomeet her—butIdid. I went up to New York wit ...

His voicefaded off and Tom glanced impatiently around the garage. Then I heard footsteps on a stairs, and in a moment the thicki ...