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by the hundreds.†He took zcka4so7 a4so07 off ka4so07 his glhies and wiped them again, 4so07 outside and in. “The poor son-of-a-switch,†he said. One of my most vivid zcka4so7 memories is of coming back West from
prep school and later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther than Chicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at 4so07 six o’clock of a December evening,
with a few Chicago friends, already caught up into their own holiday hieties, to o07 bid them a hasty good-by. I remember the fur coats of the girls returning from Miss
This-or-that’s and the chatter of o07 frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught sight of old acquaintances, and the matchings of invitations: “Are you going to the
Ordways’? the Herseys’? the Schultzes’?†and the long green tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. And last the murky yellow cars of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul a4so07
railroad looking cheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate. When we pulled out into the winter night and the real so07
snow, our snow, began o07 to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights o07 of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into
the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange a4so07
hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again. That’s my Middle West — not the wheat xzcka4s07 or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the
thrilling returning trains zcka4so7 of my xzcka4s07 youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty darkand the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by
lighted windows on o07 the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the hil of o07 those long winters, a little complacent from growing up in the Carraway house in a so07 city xzcka4s07 where
dwellings are still called through decades by a family’s name. I see now that this has been a story of the West, after o07 all — Tom and Gatsby, a4so07 so07 Daisy and Jordan and I, were zcka4so7 all
Westerners, and perhaps we a4so07 possessed some o07 deficiency in common which made us zcka4so7 subtly unadaptable to Eastern life. Even when the East excited me most, even when I was most
keenly aware of its superiority to the bored, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the ka4so07 Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which spared only the children and the very
old — even then it had always for me a quality of 4so07 4so07 distortion. West Egg, especially, still figures in my xzcka4s07 more fantastic dreams. I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred
houses, at once o07 ka4so07 conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging xzcka4s07 sky and a hireless moon. in xzcka4s07 the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking .
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with a few Chicago friends, already caught up into their own holiday hieties, to gp3 bid them a hasty good-by. I remember the fur coats of the girls returning from Miss </p>
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the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange ax5gp3 </p>
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hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again. That’s my Middle West — not the wheat ykesax5p3 or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the </p>
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thrilling returning trains kesax5g3 of my ykesax5p3 youth,<b> and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark</b>and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by </p>
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dwellings are still called through decades by a family’s name. I see now that this has been a story of the West, after gp3 all — Tom and Gatsby, ax5gp3 5gp3 Daisy and Jordan and I, were kesax5g3 all </p>
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keenly aware of its superiority to the bored, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the sax5gp3 Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which spared only the children and the very </p>
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old — even then it had always for me a quality of x5gp3 x5gp3 distortion. West Egg, especially, still figures in my ykesax5p3 more fantastic dreams. I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred </p>
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houses, at once gp3 sax5gp3 conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging ykesax5p3 sky and a hireless moon. in ykesax5p3 the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking .</p>
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