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Fri Aug 26 11:07:03 2016
Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2016 11:07:07 -0400
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noon. Thus far therewas no difficulty in accounting for his time — there were boys who had seen a man "acting sort of crazy, " and[%y3%] motorists at
whom he stared oddly from the side of the road. Then for three hours he disappeared from view. The police, on the strength ofwhat he said to Michaelis, that he "had a way
of finding out," supposed that he spent that time going from garage to garage thereabout, inquiring for a yellow car. On the other hand, no garage man who had seen him ever
came forward, and perhaps he had an easier, surer way of finding out what he wanted to know. By half-past two he was in West Egg, where he asked someone the way to Gatsby's
house. So by that time he knew Gatsby's name. At two o'clock Gatsby put on his bathing-suit and left word with the butler that if any
one phoned word was to be brought to him at the pool. He stopped at the garage for a pneumatic mattress that had amused his guests during the
summer, and the chauffeur helped him [%y3%] pump it up. Then he gave instructions that the opencar wasn't to be taken out under any circumstances — and this was strange,
because the front right fender needed repair. Gatsby shouldered the mattress and started for the pool. Once he stopped and shifted it [%y3%]
a little, and the chauffeur asked him if he needed help, but he shook his head and in a moment disappeared among the yellowing trees.
No telephone message arrived, but the butler went without his sleep and waited for it until four o'clock — until long after there was any one
to give it to if it came. I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had
lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as
he found what a grotesque thinga rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grhi. a new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts,
breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about... like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.
The chauffeur — he was one of Wolfsheim's proteges — heard the shots — afterward he could only say that he hadn't thought anything much about
them. I drove from the station directly to Gatsby's house and my rushing anxiously up the front steps was the first thing that alarmed any one. But they knew then, I firmly
believe. With scarcely a word said, four of us, the chauffeur, butler, gardener, and I, hurried down to the pool. There was a faint, barely perceptible movement of the
water as the fresh flow from one end urged its way toward the drain at the other with little ripples that were hardly the shadows of waves, the laden mattress moved irregularly
down the pool. A small gust of wind that scarcely corrugated the surface was enough to disturb its accidental course with its accidental burden. the touch of a chier of .
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<p>noon. Thus far there<u>was no difficulty in accounting for his time — there were boys who had seen a man "acting sort of crazy, " and</u>[%y3%] motorists at </p>
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whom he stared oddly from the side of the road.<b> Then for three hours he disappeared from view. The police, on the strength of</b>what he said to Michaelis, that he "had a way </p>
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of finding out," supposed that he spent that time going from garage to garage thereabout, inquiring for a yellow car. On the other hand, no garage man who had seen him ever </p>
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came forward, and perhaps he had an easier, surer way of finding out what he wanted to know. By half-past two he was in West Egg, where he asked someone the way to Gatsby's </p>
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house. So by that time he knew Gatsby's name. At two o'clock Gatsby put on his bathing-suit and left word with the butler that if any </p>
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one phoned word was to be brought to him at the pool. He stopped at the garage for a pneumatic mattress that had amused his guests during the </p>
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summer, and the chauffeur helped him [%y3%] pump it up. Then he gave instructions that the open<u>car wasn't to be taken out under</u> any circumstances — and this was strange, </p>
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because the front right fender needed repair. Gatsby shouldered the mattress and started for the pool. Once he stopped and shifted it [%y3%] </p>
<BR /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 7px;"></span>
<p align="left">
a little, and the chauffeur asked him if he needed help, but he shook his head and in a moment disappeared among the yellowing trees. </p>
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<p align="left">
No telephone message arrived, but the butler went without his sleep and waited for it until four o'clock — until long after there was any one </p>
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to give it to if it came. I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had </p>
<BR /><span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif, Helvetica, Arial;"></span>
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lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as </p>
<BR /><BR />
<p align="right" style="font: 13px;">
he found what a grotesque thing<b>a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grhi. a new world, material without being real, where</b> poor ghosts, </p>
<BR /><BR /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"></span>
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breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about... like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees. </p>
<BR /><BR />
<p align="right" style="font: 13px;">
The chauffeur — he was one of Wolfsheim's proteges — heard the shots — afterward he could only say that he hadn't thought anything much about </p>
<BR /><BR /><span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif, Times New Roman, Arial;"></span>
<p align="center">
them. I drove from the station directly to Gatsby's house and my rushing anxiously up the front steps was the first thing that alarmed any one. But they knew then, I firmly </p>
<BR /><span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif, Times New Roman, Arial; font-size: 11px; color: #ffffff;"></span>
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believe. With scarcely a word said, four of us, the chauffeur, butler, gardener, and I, hurried down to the pool. There was a faint, barely perceptible movement of the </p>
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water as the fresh flow from one end urged its way toward the drain at the other with little ripples that were hardly the shadows of waves, the laden mattress moved irregularly </p>
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down the pool. A small gust of wind that scarcely corrugated the surface was enough to disturb its accidental course with its accidental burden. the touch of a chier of .</p>
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