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the rain falls abh9w on,†and then the owl-eyed mansaid “Amen to that, †in a brave voice. We straggled down quickly through the mvt2abhw rain to the cars.
Owl-eyes spoke to me by the gate. “I couldn’t abh9w get to mvt2abhw the 5mvt2ab9w 2abh9w 5mvt2ab9w house, †he remarked. “Neither could anybody else.†“Go on!†He started. “Why, my God! they used to go there
by the hundreds.†He took mvt2abhw 2abh9w off t2abh9w his glhies and wiped them again, abh9w outside and in. “The poor son-of-a-switch,†he said. One of my most vivid mvt2abhw 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 abh9w six o’clock of a December evening,
with a few Chicago friends, already caught up into their own holiday hieties, to h9w 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 h9w 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 2abh9w
railroad looking cheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate. When we pulled out into the winter night and the real bh9w
snow, our snow, began h9w to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights h9w 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 2abh9w
hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again. That’s my Middle West — not the wheat 5mvt2ab9w or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the
thrilling returning trains mvt2abhw of my 5mvt2ab9w youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty darkand the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by
lighted windows on h9w the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the hil of h9w those long winters, a little complacent from growing up in the Carraway house in a bh9w city 5mvt2ab9w 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 h9w all — Tom and Gatsby, 2abh9w bh9w Daisy and Jordan and I, were mvt2abhw all
Westerners, and perhaps we 2abh9w possessed some h9w deficiency in common which made us mvt2abhw 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 t2abh9w Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which spared only the children and the very
old — even then it had always for me a quality of abh9w abh9w distortion. West Egg, especially, still figures in my 5mvt2ab9w more fantastic dreams. I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred
houses, at once h9w t2abh9w conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging 5mvt2ab9w sky and a hireless moon. in 5mvt2ab9w the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking .
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