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“You’re crazy, Nick,” he said quickly. “Crazy as hell. I don’t know what’s the matter with you.” “Tom,” I inquired, “what did you say to Wilson that
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“I told him the truth,” he said. “He came to the door while we were getting ready to leave, and when I sent down word that we weren’t in he
tried to force his way up-stairs. He was crazy enough to kill me if I hadn’t told him who owned the car. His hand was on a revolver in his pocket every minute he was in the house
——” He broke off defiantly. “What if Idid tell him? That fellow had it coming to him. He threw dust into your eyes just like he did in Daisy’s, but he was a tough one. He
ran over Myrtle like you’d run over a dog and never even stopped his car. ” There was nothing I could say, except the one unutterable
fact that it wasn’t true. “And if you think I didn’t have my share of suffering — look here, when I went to give up that flat and saw that damn box of dog biscuits
sitting there on the sideboard, I sat down and cried like a baby. By God it was awful ——” I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what
he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and
then retreated back into their hi or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made. . . .
I shook hands with him; it seemed silly not to, for I felt suddenly as though I were talking to a child. Then he went into the jewelry store
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perhaps it washe who drove Daisy and Gatsby over to East Egg the night of the accident, and perhaps he had made a story about it all his own. I didn’t want to hear it and I avoided
him when I got off the train. I spent my Saturday nights in New York because those gleaming, dazzling parties of his were with me so vividly that I could still hear the music
and the laughter, faint and incessant, from his garden, and the cars going up and down his drive. One night I did hear a material car there, and saw its lights stop at his
front steps. But I didn’t investigate. Probably it was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn’t know that the party was over.
On the last night, with my trunk packed and my car sold to the grocer, I went over and looked at that huge incoherent failure of a house once .
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sitting there on the sideboard, I sat down and cried like a baby. By God it was awful ——” I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what </p>
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to buy a pearl necklace — or perhaps only a pair of cuff hions — rid of my provincial squeamishness forever. gatsby’s house was still empty when i left — the grhi on </p>
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his lawn had grown as long as mine. One of the taxi drivers in the village never took a fare past the entrance gate without stopping for a minute and pointing inside; </p>
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perhaps it was<I>he who drove Daisy and Gatsby over to East Egg the night of the accident, and perhaps he had made a story about it all his own. I didn’t want </I>to hear it and I avoided </p>
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him when I got off the train. I spent my Saturday nights in New York because those gleaming, dazzling parties of his were with me so vividly that I could still hear the music </p>
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and the laughter, faint and incessant, from his garden, and the cars going up and down his drive. One night I did hear a material car there, and saw its lights stop at his </p>
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