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South Dakota Stories, Volume 7. My

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trip to South Dakota was the best summer ever. Now

1:31

I don't need to go to Mars, because I've

1:33

been to the Badlands. And

1:36

I caught a bigger walleye than Dad when

1:38

we went to the Missouri River. Then

1:41

I rode my bike through these

1:43

huge rocks called Needles. Ooh, I also saw my first herd

1:45

of bison. Even

1:48

a fuzzy, furry baby was there. I can't

1:50

wait to go back and see more. There's so much

1:52

South Dakota. so

2:00

little time. Good

2:04

evening and welcome

2:06

to the sleepy bookshelf where

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we put down our worries from the

2:12

day and pick up

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a good book. I'm

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your host Elizabeth, thank

2:20

you again for being here with me.

2:25

Tonight we are continuing with the

2:27

great Gatsby. But

2:30

before we do, take some

2:32

time to be present where

2:35

you are right now. Start

2:39

off by taking one

2:42

deep breath in

2:45

through the nose and

2:47

out through the mouth.

2:52

I invite you to gently close

2:54

your eyes and

2:57

notice where your body is, the

3:02

positioning and how

3:04

your body is feeling. If

3:08

you have any tension anywhere, allow

3:12

that to soften or

3:15

adjust your body if that helps. Now

3:21

find a stillness and

3:25

take your awareness to your

3:27

environment. What

3:31

sounds and

3:34

smells are around you. Think

3:40

about the temperature of the air

3:44

and any other details that come

3:46

to mind. Bring

3:51

your focus back to the sound of

3:53

my voice. Settle

3:56

into the story now as

3:58

I recap our last episode. Gatsby

4:05

replaced all his staff

4:08

with friends of Wolfshimes,

4:11

who he said would be sure not

4:13

to gossip, and

4:16

his weekend-long parties ceased.

4:20

In their plays, Gatsby

4:22

hid away, admitting

4:25

nobody but Daisy, who

4:28

visited most afternoons. He

4:33

called Nick on one occasion on

4:35

behalf of her, inviting

4:37

him to Daisy's house for dinner,

4:41

assuring him that Jordan Baker would be

4:43

there too. They

4:47

all arrived one

4:49

hot afternoon, and

4:51

Tom cordially welcomed

4:53

Gatsby. When

4:57

he left to fetch the drinks,

5:00

Daisy rushed over and

5:03

kissed Gatsby on the mouth before

5:06

a nurse arrived with a little girl

5:08

in tow. Gatsby

5:12

stared as

5:14

if he hadn't really thought the

5:16

child existed, while

5:19

Daisy tried to convince

5:21

everybody that she didn't resemble

5:23

Tom at all. At

5:27

dinner, Daisy made a

5:29

comment toward Gatsby, and

5:32

their eyes met a second too

5:34

long, and Tom

5:36

noticed. Abruptly,

5:39

Daisy suggested they go into

5:42

town, and Tom

5:44

insisted he drive Gatsby's car,

5:48

but Daisy encouraged Nick and Jordan

5:50

to go along with Tom while

5:53

she escorted Gatsby in their coupé.

5:58

Jordan told Tom to pull

6:00

into the Wilson's garage to

6:02

get gas. Where

6:04

the pale-looking owner informed Tom,

6:08

he had learnt some disturbing news

6:10

about his wife, that

6:13

they intended to move out

6:15

west just as soon as

6:18

he could. Nick spied

6:20

Mrs. Wilson in the window, glaring

6:23

at Jordan, who she

6:25

must have taken to be Tom's wife. When

6:30

they got to New York, their

6:33

indecisiveness resulted in them bundling

6:35

into a suite at the

6:37

plaza, where Tom

6:40

began to interrogate Gatsby. In

6:44

response, Gatsby pressured

6:46

Daisy into admitting that she

6:48

never loved Tom. Gatsby

6:52

and Daisy took his own car

6:55

home, and Tom

6:57

drove in the coupé with Jordan

6:59

and Nick. And

7:02

that is just where we pick

7:04

up tonight, on the

7:06

road back to West Egg. So

7:11

just lie back and relax,

7:14

as I turn to the next

7:16

page-ins of The Great

7:18

Gatsby. Episode

7:40

7 continued The

7:46

young Greek, Michaelis,

7:49

who ran the coffee joint beside

7:51

the ash heaps, was

7:54

the principal witness at the

7:56

inquest. It

7:59

slapped three the heat until after

8:01

five when he strolled

8:03

over to the garage and

8:06

found George Wilson sick

8:08

in his office. Really

8:11

sick. Pale

8:13

as his own pale hair

8:16

and shaking all over. Michaelis

8:21

advised him to go to

8:23

bed, but Wilson refused, saying

8:25

that he'd miss a lot of business if

8:27

he did. While

8:30

his neighbor was trying to persuade him,

8:34

a violent racket broke

8:36

out overhead. "'I've

8:40

got my wife locked up in

8:42

there,' explained

8:45

Wilson calmly. "'She's

8:47

going to stay there till the

8:50

day after tomorrow, and then we're going

8:52

to move away.'" Michaelis

8:56

was astonished. They'd

8:58

been neighbors for four years, and

9:01

Wilson had never seemed faintly capable

9:03

of such a statement. Generally,

9:07

he was one of these worn-out

9:10

men. When he

9:12

wasn't working, he sat on

9:14

a chair in the doorway and

9:16

stared at people and

9:18

the cars that passed along the

9:21

road. When

9:23

anyone spoke to him, he invariably

9:26

laughed in an agreeable,

9:29

colorless way. He

9:32

was his wife's man and not

9:34

his own. So,

9:38

naturally, Michaelis tried to find

9:40

out what had happened, but

9:43

Wilson wouldn't say a word. Instead,

9:47

he began to throw

9:49

curious, suspicious glances at

9:51

his visitor and ask

9:53

him what he'd been doing at certain

9:55

times on certain days,

9:58

just as the latter was doing. getting uneasy,

10:01

some workmen came past the door

10:04

bound for his restaurant, and

10:06

Michaelis took the opportunity to

10:08

get away, intending

10:11

to come back later. But

10:14

he didn't. He

10:16

supposed he forgot to, that's all. When

10:21

he came outside again, a little

10:24

after seven, he was reminded

10:26

of the conversation because

10:28

he heard Mrs. Wilson's voice

10:31

loud and scalding downstairs

10:34

in the garage. A

10:38

moment later, she rushed out

10:40

into the dusk, waving

10:43

her hands and shouting. Before

10:48

he could move from his door, the

10:51

business was over. The

10:55

death car, as the newspapers

10:57

called it, didn't stop.

11:01

It came out of the gathering darkness,

11:05

wavered tragically for a moment,

11:08

and then disappeared around the next

11:11

bend. Mavro

11:14

Michaelis wasn't even sure of its

11:17

colour. He

11:19

told the first policeman that it was

11:21

light green. The

11:24

other car, the one going toward

11:26

New York, came to rest

11:29

a hundred yards beyond, and

11:31

its driver hurried back to where

11:34

Myrtle Wilson, her life

11:37

violently extinguished, knelt

11:39

in the road and

11:41

mingled her thick, dark

11:43

blood with the dust. Mavro Michaelis We

11:51

saw three or four automobiles

11:53

and the crowd when we were still

11:55

some distance away. Wreck,

11:59

said Tom. That's

12:02

good, Wilson will have a little business

12:04

at last." He

12:07

slowed down, but still

12:09

without any intention of stopping, until

12:13

as we came nearer, the

12:15

hushed, intent faces of

12:17

the people at the garage door

12:20

made him automatically put on the

12:22

brakes. "'We'll

12:25

take a look,' he said,

12:28

doubtfully. Just a look."

12:34

I became aware now of

12:36

a hollow, wailing

12:38

sound which issued incessantly

12:40

from the garage. A

12:44

sound which, as we got out of the

12:46

coupé and walked toward the

12:48

door, resolved itself

12:50

into the words, "'Oh

12:53

my God,' uttered over

12:55

and over in a gasping

12:58

moan. "'There's

13:01

some bad trouble here,' said

13:03

Tom excitedly. He

13:07

reached up on tiptoes and peered

13:09

over a circle of heads into

13:11

the garage, which was lit only

13:15

by a yellow light in

13:17

a swinging metal basket overhead.

13:22

Then he made a harsh sound in

13:24

his throat, and

13:26

with a violent, thrusting movement

13:28

of his powerful arms, pushed

13:31

his way through. The

13:34

circle closed up again with

13:36

a running murmur of expostulation.

13:40

It was a minute before I could see anything

13:42

at all. Then

13:45

new arrivals deranged the line,

13:48

and Jordan and I were pushed suddenly

13:50

inside. Myrtle

13:55

Wilson's body wrapped in

13:57

a blanket, and then

13:59

in another blanket as though

14:01

she suffered from a chill in the hot

14:04

night, lay on a work

14:06

table by the wall, and

14:08

Tom, with his back to us,

14:11

was bending over it, motionless.

14:16

Next to him stood a

14:18

motorcycle policeman taking down names

14:20

with much sweat and correction

14:22

in a little book. At

14:27

first, I couldn't find the source

14:30

of the high, groaning words that

14:32

echoed clamorously through

14:34

the bare garage. Then

14:38

I saw Wilson standing

14:40

on the raised threshold of his

14:42

office, swaying

14:44

back and forth and

14:47

holding to the doorposts with both

14:49

hands. Some

14:52

man was talking to him in

14:55

a low voice and

14:57

attempting from time to time to lay a

14:59

hand on his shoulder. Wilson

15:03

neither saw nor heard. His

15:07

eyes would drop slowly from

15:09

the swinging light to

15:12

the laden table by the wall, then

15:15

jerk back to the light again, and

15:19

he gave out incessantly his

15:21

high, horrible

15:23

call. Presently,

15:28

Tom lifted his head with a

15:30

jerk, and after

15:33

staring around the garage with glazed

15:35

eyes, addressed a

15:37

mumbled, incoherent remark

15:39

to the policeman. M-A-B,

15:49

the policeman was saying, oh,

15:52

no, ar, corrected the

15:54

man, mavro, listen

15:57

to me, matted Tom,

16:00

fiercely. R,

16:03

said the policeman. O,

16:07

G. G. He

16:10

looked up as Tom's broad hand

16:12

fell sharply on his shoulder. What

16:16

do you want, fella? What happened?

16:19

That's what I want to know. No

16:22

header, instantly killed. Instantly

16:26

killed, repeated Tom,

16:29

staring. She

16:31

ran out on a road, son of a bitch didn't

16:33

even stop his car. There

16:36

were two cars, said

16:38

Micaërez. One

16:40

coming, one going, see? Going

16:44

where? Asked the

16:46

policeman keenly. One

16:48

going each way. Well,

16:50

she, uh, his hand

16:53

rose toward the blankets that

16:56

stopped halfway and felt his side.

17:00

She ran out there and that one

17:02

coming from New York knocked right into

17:04

her, going 30, 40

17:08

miles an hour. What's

17:10

the name of this place, sir? demanded

17:13

the officer. Hasn't

17:15

got a name. A well-dressed

17:17

man stepped near. It

17:20

was a yellow car, he said.

17:22

Big yellow car, new. See

17:25

the accident? asked the

17:27

policeman. No, but the car

17:29

passed me down the road, going faster and 40, going

17:31

50, 60. Come

17:36

here, let's have a look at your name. Look

17:38

out now, I want to get his name. Some

17:43

words of this conversation must have

17:45

reached Wilson, swaying in the office

17:48

door. But suddenly

17:50

a new theme found voice

17:52

among his grasping cries. You

17:58

don't have to tell me what kind of car you are. a

18:00

car it was. I know what

18:02

kind of car it was." Watching

18:06

Tom, I saw the

18:08

wad of muscle back of his shoulder

18:11

tighten under his coat. He

18:14

walked quickly over to Wilson and

18:17

standing in front of him, seized

18:19

him firmly by the upper

18:22

arms. "'You've got to pull

18:24

yourself together,' he

18:26

said with soothing gruffness. Wilson's

18:30

eyes fell upon Tom. He

18:33

started up on his tiptoes and

18:36

then would have collapsed to

18:38

his knees had Tom not

18:40

held him upright. "'Listen,' said

18:43

Tom, shaking him a little. "'I

18:47

just got here a minute ago from New York. I

18:50

was bringing you that coupe we've been talking

18:52

about. That yellow car I

18:54

was driving this afternoon wasn't mine, do you

18:56

hear? I haven't seen it

18:58

all afternoon.' "'Only

19:02

the well-dressed man and I were near enough

19:04

to hear what he said, but

19:06

the policeman caught something in

19:09

the tone and looked over

19:11

with truculent eyes.' "'What's

19:14

all that?' he demanded. "'I'm

19:18

a friend of his.' Tom

19:20

turned his head, kept

19:22

his hands firm on Wilson's body.

19:26

"'He says he knows the car that did it. It was

19:29

a yellow car.' Some

19:31

dim impulse moved the policeman

19:33

to look suspiciously at Tom.

19:38

"'What color's your car?' "'It's

19:40

a blue car, coupe.' "'We've

19:43

come straight from New York,' I

19:45

said. Someone

19:48

who had been driving a little behind

19:50

us confirmed this and the policeman turned

19:53

away. "'Now

19:55

if you'll let me have that name again, correct?'

19:59

Picking up Wilson. like a doll, Tom

20:01

carried him into the office, sat

20:04

him down in his chair, and came back.

20:08

"'Somebody will come here and sit with him,'

20:11

he snapped authoritatively. He

20:15

watched while the two men standing

20:17

closest glanced at each other and

20:19

went unwillingly into the room. Then

20:23

Tom shut the door on them and

20:25

came down the single step, his

20:27

eyes avoiding the table. As

20:31

he passed close to me, he whispered,

20:34

"'Let's get out.'" Self-consciously,

20:38

with his authoritative arms breaking

20:40

the way, we pushed

20:43

through the still gathering crowd,

20:46

passing a hurried doctor, case

20:49

in hand, who'd been sent

20:51

for in wild hope half

20:53

an hour ago. Tom

20:57

drove slowly until we were beyond

20:59

the bend, then

21:01

his foot came down hard

21:04

and the coupe raced along through the

21:06

night. In

21:10

a little while, I heard a low

21:13

husky sob and

21:15

saw that tears were

21:17

overflowing down his face.

21:19

"'God damn cow!' he

21:23

whimpered, didn't even stop his

21:25

car." The

21:32

Buchanan's house floated suddenly

21:34

towards us through the dark,

21:37

rustling trees. Tom

21:41

stopped beside the porch and looked

21:43

up at the second floor, where

21:46

two windows loomed with light

21:48

among the vines. "'Daejisung,'

21:53

he said as we got out of the car.

21:56

He glanced at me and frowned slightly."

22:01

I ought to have dropped you in West Air, can you? There's

22:04

nothing we can do tonight." Change

22:09

had come over him, and he

22:11

spoke gravely and with decision. As

22:15

we walked along the moonlight gravel

22:17

to the porch, he

22:19

disposed of the situation in a

22:21

few brisk phrases. I'll

22:25

telephone for a taxi to take you home, and

22:28

while you're waiting, you and Jordan better go in

22:30

the kitchen and have them get you some

22:32

supper, if you want any. He

22:36

opened the door. Come in.

22:39

No, thanks, but

22:41

I'd be glad if you'd order me the taxi. I'll

22:45

wait outside. Jordan

22:48

put her hand on my arm. Won't

22:51

you come in, Nick? No,

22:54

thanks. I

22:57

was feeling a little sick and wanted

22:59

to be alone, but Jordan lingered for

23:02

a moment more. So

23:05

on the half-S night, she

23:07

said, I'd be

23:11

damned if I'd go in. I'd

23:13

had enough of them all for one day, and

23:16

suddenly that included Jordan too. She

23:20

must have seen something of this in my

23:22

expression, for she turned abruptly away and

23:25

ran up the porch steps into the house.

23:30

I sat down for a few minutes with my

23:32

head in my hands until I

23:34

had the phone taken up inside and

23:37

the butler's voice calling a taxi. Then

23:41

I walked slowly down the driveway

23:43

from the house, intending

23:45

to wait by the gate. I

23:51

hadn't gone twenty yards when I heard

23:53

my name. Gatsby stepped

23:56

from between two bushes into

23:58

the path. I

24:00

must have felt pretty weird by that

24:02

time because I could think of nothing

24:05

except the luminosity of his pink suit

24:07

under the moon. What

24:10

are you doing? I

24:12

inquired. Just

24:15

standing here holdsport. Somehow

24:19

that seemed a despicable occupation. For

24:23

all I knew, he was going to rob the house in

24:25

a moment. I wouldn't

24:27

have been surprised to see sinister faces,

24:30

the faces of Wolfshine's people behind

24:32

him in the dark shrubbery. Did

24:37

you see any trouble on the road? He

24:40

asked after a minute. Yes.

24:45

He hesitated. Was

24:49

she killed? Yes.

24:55

I thought so. I told

24:57

Daisy I thought so. It's

25:00

better that the shark should all come at once. She

25:03

stood it pretty well. He

25:07

spoke as if Daisy's reaction was the only

25:09

thing that mattered. Cut

25:13

to West Egg by a side road. He

25:16

went on and left the car in my

25:18

garage. I don't think anybody saw

25:20

us, but of course I can't be sure.

25:24

I disliked him so much by this time

25:27

that I didn't find it necessary to tell

25:29

him he was wrong. Who

25:33

was the woman? He

25:35

inquired. Her

25:39

name was Wilson. Her

25:41

husband owns the garage. How

25:44

the devil did it happen? I

25:47

tried to swing the wheel. He

25:50

broke off and suddenly I guessed

25:53

the truth. Was

25:57

Daisy driving? Yes,

26:02

he said after a moment. But

26:06

of course, I'll say I was. You

26:09

see, when we left New York, she was very

26:11

nervous and she thought it would steady her to

26:13

drive. And this woman rushed

26:15

out at us, just as

26:17

we were passing a car coming the other way.

26:21

It all happened in a minute, but

26:23

it seemed to me that she wanted to speak to us,

26:26

thought we were somebody she knew. First

26:30

Daisy turned from the woman toward the

26:32

other car and then she lost her

26:34

nerve and turned back. Second

26:37

my hand reached the wheel, I felt a

26:39

shock. Must

26:42

have killed her instantly. Anyhow,

26:47

Daisy stepped on it. I

26:49

tried to make her stop, but she couldn't,

26:52

so I pulled on the emergency brake and

26:55

she fell over into my lap and I drove

26:57

on. She'll

27:01

be alright tomorrow, he

27:04

said presently. I'm

27:06

just going to wait here and see if

27:08

he tries to bother her about that unpleasantness

27:10

this afternoon. She's locked

27:13

herself in her room and if he tries any

27:15

brutality, she's going to turn the light out and

27:17

on again. He won't touch her.

27:20

I said, he's not thinking

27:23

about her. I

27:25

don't trust him, old sport. How

27:27

long are you going to wait all

27:30

night if necessary? Anyhow

27:32

till they go to bed. New

27:37

point of view occurred to me. Suppose

27:41

Tom found out that Daisy had

27:43

been driving. He

27:45

might think he saw a connection in it. He

27:48

might think anything. I

27:51

looked at the house. There

27:54

were two or three bright windows

27:56

downstairs and the pink

27:58

glow from Daisy's room on the ground floor.

28:04

You wait here," I said. I'll

28:06

see if there's any sign of

28:08

commotion. I

28:13

walked back along the border of the lawn,

28:16

traversed the gravel softly and

28:18

tiptoed up to the veranda

28:20

steps. The

28:23

drawing room curtains were open, and

28:26

I saw that the room was empty. Crossing

28:30

the porch where we had

28:33

dined that June night, three

28:35

months before, I

28:37

came to a small rectangle of light

28:39

which I gasped was the pantry window.

28:43

The blind was drawn, but

28:46

I found a rift at the sill. Daisy

28:50

and Tom were sitting opposite each other

28:52

at the kitchen table with

28:54

a plate of cold fried chicken between

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them and two bottles of

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ale. He

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was talking intently across the table at

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her, and in his

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earnestness, his hand had fallen

29:08

upon and covered her own. Once

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in a while, she looked up at him

29:15

and nodded in agreement. They

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weren't happy, neither of

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them had touched the chicken or the ale.

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And yet, they weren't unhappy either.

29:29

There was an unmistakable air

29:31

of natural intimacy about the

29:34

picture, and anybody would have

29:36

said they were conspiring together.

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As I tiptoed from the porch, I

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heard my taxi feeling its way

29:47

along the dark road toward the

29:49

house. Gatsby

29:52

was waiting where I had left him in

29:54

the drive. Is

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it all quiet up there? He

29:59

asked. asked anxiously. Yes,

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so quiet, I

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hesitated. He'd

30:08

better come home and get some sleep. He

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shook his head. I

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want to wait here till Daisy goes to

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bed. Good night,

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old sport. He

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put his hands in his coat pockets

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and turned back eagerly to

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his scrutiny of the house, as

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though my presence marred the sacredness

30:29

of the vigil. So

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I walked away and left him

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standing there in the moonlight, watching

30:38

over nothing. Chapter

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8 I

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couldn't sleep all night. A

30:53

foghorn was groaning incessantly on

30:55

the sound, and

30:57

I tossed half sick between

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grotesque reality and

31:02

savage, frightening dreams.

31:07

Toward dawn I heard a taxi go

31:09

up to Gatsby's Drive, and immediately I

31:12

jumped out of bed and began to

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dress. I

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felt that I had something to tell him, something

31:19

to warn him about, and

31:21

mourning would be too late. Crossing

31:25

his lawn, I saw that his front door

31:27

was still open and he

31:29

was leaning against a table in

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the hall, heavy with dejection or

31:34

sleep. Nothing

31:39

happened, he said,

31:41

wan they. I

31:44

waited, and about four

31:46

o'clock she came to the window, stood

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there for a minute, and

31:52

then turned out the light. His

31:57

house had never seemed so warm.

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For Daisy was young, and

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her artificial world was redolent

42:05

of orchids and pleasant,

42:08

cheerful snobbery and

42:10

orchestras which set the rhythm of

42:12

the year, summing

42:15

up the sadness and

42:17

suggestiveness of life in new

42:19

tunes. All

42:22

night, the saxophones wailed

42:24

the hopeless comment that

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the Beale Street blooms,

42:30

while a hundred pairs of golden

42:32

and silver slippers shuffled

42:34

the shining dust. At

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the grey tea hour, there

42:41

were always rooms that throbbed

42:43

incessantly with this low, sweet

42:46

fever, while

42:49

fresh faces drifted here

42:52

and there like rose petals,

42:55

blown by the sad horns around

42:57

the floor. Through

43:02

this twilight universe, Daisy

43:05

began to move again with the

43:07

season. Suddenly

43:10

she was again keeping half a

43:12

dozen dates a day with

43:15

half a dozen men, and

43:18

drowsing asleep at dawn with

43:20

the beads and chiffon

43:22

of an evening dress tangled

43:25

among dying orchids on the floor

43:27

beside her bed. And

43:31

all the time, something within her

43:34

was crying for a decision. She

43:38

wanted her life shaped now,

43:41

immediately, and the decision

43:43

must be made by

43:45

some force of love,

43:47

of money, of

43:50

unquestionable practicality that

43:53

was close at hand. That

43:57

force took shape in the middle

43:59

of spring. whispering with the arrival

44:01

of Tom Buchanan. There

44:05

was a wholesome bulkiness about

44:07

his person and

44:09

his position, and days he

44:12

was flattered. Doubtless,

44:15

there was a certain struggle and

44:18

a certain relief. The

44:22

latter reached Gatsby while he was

44:24

still in the talks fed. You

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You