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From: | Nicholas Mcgrath |
Subject: | crescendo |
Date: | Fri, 1 Sep 2006 18:56:15 -0300 |
She doesnt look like her father, explained
Daisy.
Afterward he kept looking at the child with
surprise.
I love New York on summer afternoons when every
ones away. Toms words suddenly leaned down over Gatsby. But theres a garage right
here, objected Jordan.
We were all irritable now with the fading ale and,
aware of it,we drove for a while in silence. Wilsons voice, loud and scolding,
downstairs in the garage.
After a pause he added sir in a dilatory, grudging
way.
But I need moneypretty bad and I was wondering what
you were going to do with yourold car.
But its so hot, insisted Daisy, on the verge of
tears, Andeverythings so confused. Then Tom shut thedoor on them and came down the
single step, his eyes avoiding thetable.
I suppose the latest thingis to sit back and let
Mr.
So we drove on toward death through the cooling
twilight.
The nurse took a step forward and heldout her
hand.
Well, you take my coupé and let me drive your car
to town. Come on, Daisy, said Tom, pressing her with his hand toward
Gatsbyscar.
Her voice struggled on through the heat, beating
against it, moulding itssenselessness into forms.
Wait a minute, snapped Tom, I want to ask
Mr.
The words seemed to bite physically into
Gatsby.
Theyre some people Wolfshiem wanted to do something
for.
And we all took the less explicable step of
engagingthe parlor of a suite in the Plaza Hotel. You follow me to the south side
ofCentral Park, in front of the Plaza. I think he was afraid they would dart down a
side street and outof his life forever.
Eckleburgs fadedeyes came into sight down the road,
I remembered Gatsbys caution aboutgasoline.
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